Merry Christmas!
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all 'cross the Lake,
Not a vessel was sailing, there was not a wake;
The docklines were stowed in the boathouse with care,
The sunset came early, there was a chill in the air.
The cruisers were laid up all snug in thier sheds'
With drains safley opened in their engines and heads;
The sailboats on cradles, running gear all well stowed,
Their shrouds, stays and haylards all dusted with snow.
When out on the bay there arose a commotion,
Like I've never heard since I sailed on the ocean.
Down to the dock I ran in a rush;
I slippped on the planking and slid in the slush.
The big Lake was frozen both far and wide;
Waiting for islanders to go out for a ride.
When what to my wondering eyes did I see;
But a miniature sleigh with a course set for me.
With a little old driver, so tiny and minni.
I know in a moment it must be St. Winni!
More rapid than coursers his seahorses came;
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now DONZI! Now SKIPPER! FL Boater and Pepper!
On Mw-N-Mac! On Lady Di! Fly like a zepher!
Rise up now Gal from Rattlesnake Island!
Take to the air McDude from the highlands!"
He cried to his coursers in a bright, merry tone,
"Now dash away! Dash away! Through the no wake Zone!"
As waves in the broads sometimes will dash'
When they meet Parker Island and end with a splash;
So across the rime ice his coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Winni. too!
Then in a twinkling I heard a sharp slice,
As the sleigh came to a stop on the crystal clear ice.
I looked at the chimney, 'Heard a mighty "Heave Hove!"
As the jolly elf rolled out of the old Fisher stove.
His clothes were covered in ashes and dibris;
But he faithfully wore his Type III PFD.
From a red seabag fell a bundle of toys;
To be given to the good little Winni. Girls and Boys.
For Island Gal there was a good book for reading,
for Grant was a dive tank with NITROX for breathing.
Pine Island Guy a camera so he can watch his Lake,
For Broadhopper some boat stuff, what fun it will make!
SkiSur some downhills for his next black diamond run,
Broadhopper already has his, a life full of FUN!
Then clicking his fingers, like a kid on a spree,
He gave me a wink and then motioned to me;
We ran to the sleigh, parked out on the bay,
And he gave me a message 'fore he sailed away.
His message, as he crossed the Lake crystal white;
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night"
Merry Christmas!
Misty Blue
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