‘Twas the night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Untangled The spoons and mugs shifted, the pots and pans jangled. The stockings were hung by the barometer with care, But the anchorage was rolly, we fought mal de mer. Yuki was nestled all snug in his bed, While visions of peeing on shore danced in his head; And mamma in her undies, and I in the nude, Had just set our anchor at 24°N latitude. When out on the sea there…