Hatteras again

I'm writing nostalgic tales of Cape Hatteras because that's what "summer fun" used to mean to me. As to what "summer fun" means now, I really don't know. Just wait, and we'll find out as we go through these next few months together!

Here is a Christmas carol I wrote about Hatteras vacations:

TO: WE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT ARE

We three Taylor children are.
In bathing suits we traverse afar.
Sound and ocean
Always in motion
In search of a sand bar.

(Refrain)
OH--h-h-h-h-h
Sea of wonder, sea of might.
We're on the beach both day and night.
Smoking pot and drinking shots.
How do we get home tonight?

(Debbie)
Jarts I bring to the beach again.
Although I hear they puncture your brain.
We play this together
In good or bad weather
While we finish off the grain.
(Refrain)

(Sue)
A big whale boat to offer have I.
He'll be fun when waves aren't to high.
People are gazing,
Think he's amazing,
They gather from far and nigh.
(refrain)

(Ed)
A pole I bring, because I assume
Some big fish has met his doom.
Bait I keep buying,
But it keeps drying.
The pole rarely leaves the room.
(refrain)

Goodness now, behold us arise
At 10 AM, and put ice on our eyes.
Yes, it's true, the sun has burned you, but
It's well worth the sacrifice.