Have a Very Boating Christmas
by Barb Hansen
'Twas the night
before Christmas and all through the house not a
creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
I could go on. As a kid
I knew the words to almost every Christmas poem or
song. Maybe I still do. When I hear a few notes of
a holiday melody at the mall or on the radio the
lyrics come flooding back.
Melodies and poems we
learned as children are the best. They prompt
memories of the excitement we felt at Santa's
after midnight visit to every house. He was, of
course, loaded up with toys, most of them for us.
Christmas is for kids,
they say, but when those melodies and rhymes come
flooding back I realize Christmas is for
grown-ups, too. The childhood memories are great,
for sure, but the best part is that as adults we
can get excited about toys that really matter.
Like boats and boating gear.
So now, when one of
those old sets of lyrics get stuck in my head, I
change the subject. Just slightly.
On the dock before
‘Twas the night before
Christmas and all 'long the dock
Nothing was stirring,
not even the wind sock.
The stockings were hung
on the pilings with care
In hopes that St.
Nicholas would be tying up there.
The Crew was all nestled
snug in their beds
While visions of calm
seas danced in their heads.
With the Captain in
Topsiders and me in flip-flops
We’d just finished
star-gazing on the fly bridge up top.
When up on the deck
there arose such a clatter
We sprang from our bunks
to see what was the matter
Out of the bed I flew in
Ran up the aft steps and
threw open the hatch.
The full moon
illuminated the boats all around,
While local cruisers and
creatures made not a sound.
When up on the bridge
deck what dropped in
But a yacht full of toys
pulled by eight blue dolphins.
Hey, I'm just getting
started. I recall those white and brown winters
back home in Indiana. Believe me, it was easy to
learn to like Florida's blue-green winters.
White Christmas. Not.
I'm dreaming of a
blue-green Christmas, unlike the ones I used to
Where the water
glistens, and grown-ups hasten, to join cruises on
Deck the hull
Deck the hull with a
store-bought tree, fa la la la la la la la la.
'Tis the season to
cruise with glee, fa la la la la la la la la.
Don we now our boating
apparels, fa la la la la la la la la.
To explore those
peaceful Florida channels, fa la la la la la la la
Rudy the rum-punch
Rudy the rum punch
skipper, had a very shiny glow
When one gala yacht club
eve, he started singin'
With funny antlers
blinking on his head
Then all the other
reindeer called him Blitzen.
Oops. I need your help
on that last one. For now, I'll take off my
lighted earrings to say, quite seriously, I wish
you a very boating Christmas.
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