Twas the Night before Christmas Poem [Boater Rendition] December 24 2013
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lake
Not a wave was stirring, not even a wake.
The dock lines were wrapped 'round the cleats with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their vests,
While visions of wakeboards danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kini, and I in my board shorts,
Had just settle our brains for a ride in the jet boat.
When out on the lake there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the bow I flew like a 557hp motor,
Pulled out my binoculars and looked for other boaters .
The moon on the waters of the still winter lake
Gave the lustre of a mirror with a large shiny face.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature red boat, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old boater, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than jet skis his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the bow! to the top of the hull!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As warm waves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the hull-top the coursers they flew,
With the boat full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the lake
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof to the wake.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Mounting port side St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in chinos, board shorts and flip flops,
And his clothes were probably from Tommy Bahamas.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was smiling his best,
And the beard of his chin was as white as a wave crest.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the storage, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, off the port side he dove!
He swam to his boat, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all jetted like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
- Merry Christmas from the Fat Boys