In December's gentle warmth, Maya smiles wide, Where palm trees sway and ocean waves reside. St. Louis sleighs and snow are far away, As seashells glisten in her sandy play. The sun wraps her in its golden glow, A Christmas joy the tropics only know. In Florida's embrace, her laughter rings, A tiny heart that knows what winter brings. No snowflakes fall, but in her eyes a light, A holiday spirit, cheerfully bright. Maya’s first Noel beneath the sky so blue— A Christmas tale both wondrous and new.