12-23-2006, 09:08 PM
I wrote a little story about Christmas, my apologies to family of the original author Clement Clarke Moore
Twas the night before Christmas, and in the boathouse, this night.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a termite.
The hand tools hung on the pegboards in style.
In anticipation that Iâd get at the boat sawdust pile.
I cracked open a brew, and sat on my moaning chair.
Reflecting on the troubles, and cursing my errors.
Then upon a roof, I heard a great sound
I stepped out the door to have a look around
Down from the roof, slid a strange looking chap,
All dusty with fibreglass, and epoxy stains on his lap.
Into the boathouse, and straight to his work, on the boat
He sanded and shaped the hull, and assured me itâll float.
He was so focused, knowledgeable, and skilled,
It was obvious Iâd been left with some time to kill.
I offered the chap some grog, but none would he take,
He knew if he imbibed, it may cause a mistake.
Out the door he did dash, and to his vessel he went.
Climbed into the cockpit, and as Capân he did vent
Now Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and you too Vixen
Stop Comet, grab a line Cupid! Get the bumpers, Donner & Blitzen
They hoisted the mainsail, adjusted the lapper,
tightening the topâsl, the crew tended to matters.
The vessel did surge, his grip tight on the wheel,
Off on a broad reach, the gaff rigger now heeled.
As he sailed off in the night, to these words Iâd clearly listened
Merry Christmas, Skipper, Iâll be back for the spring launch and christening.
Merry Christmas Everyone
Greg
Twas the night before Christmas, and in the boathouse, this night.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a termite.
The hand tools hung on the pegboards in style.
In anticipation that Iâd get at the boat sawdust pile.
I cracked open a brew, and sat on my moaning chair.
Reflecting on the troubles, and cursing my errors.
Then upon a roof, I heard a great sound
I stepped out the door to have a look around
Down from the roof, slid a strange looking chap,
All dusty with fibreglass, and epoxy stains on his lap.
Into the boathouse, and straight to his work, on the boat
He sanded and shaped the hull, and assured me itâll float.
He was so focused, knowledgeable, and skilled,
It was obvious Iâd been left with some time to kill.
I offered the chap some grog, but none would he take,
He knew if he imbibed, it may cause a mistake.
Out the door he did dash, and to his vessel he went.
Climbed into the cockpit, and as Capân he did vent
Now Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and you too Vixen
Stop Comet, grab a line Cupid! Get the bumpers, Donner & Blitzen
They hoisted the mainsail, adjusted the lapper,
tightening the topâsl, the crew tended to matters.
The vessel did surge, his grip tight on the wheel,
Off on a broad reach, the gaff rigger now heeled.
As he sailed off in the night, to these words Iâd clearly listened
Merry Christmas, Skipper, Iâll be back for the spring launch and christening.
Merry Christmas Everyone
Greg
Had a relative die in Hesperia and had to go up for the funeral. No time for anything fun.