‘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 arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the bunk to see what was the matter.
Away to the cockpit we flew in a flash,
The waves jumped around us, we heard something splash.

The moon and the stars filled Balandra Bay with light.
We soaked in the cool breeze and took in the sight.
There’s nothing else out here, no reindeer or sleigh,
So we want to send our love to those near and far away.

Tomorrow we’ll bask in the warm sand and sun.
We’ll snorkel and hike, it will be lots of fun.
We’ll think of you all and we miss you all dearly,
Come visit us soon. Guests are welcome, sincerely!

4 thoughts on “

‘Twas the night before Christmas

  1. Just loved this. Hope the pots have not continuously jangled and that the mal de mer is in retreat.

    Philippe, I am looking at a little book of the Night Before Christmas that was printed in 1935 that Grandma Wellington gave you when you were small. Not sure if it was originally hers or Grandpa’s but you must have been very small when you received it because your printing of your name on the inside cover is barely legible.

    Keep having fun!

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