I put togrther the following for our Christmas nailing but thought other sailors might like it: T’was the night before Christmas and in the boat yardAll was quiet, with Liberty safe on the hardThe dingy was tucked in the cabin with careIn hopes that the springtime soon would be thereThe pillows and covers removed from their bedsAnd everything’s winterized – yes, even the headsAnd Patti in her PJs, asleep on the bedWas dreaming of springtime, not too far aheadWhen out on the deck there arose such a clatter,I went to the boat yard to see what was the matterUp the ladder I climbed, and in the light of the moonWas a vision of springtime coming none too soonThe moon on the breast of a new fallen snowGave the luster of paint cans and boat jacks belowWhen, what to my wandering eyes were afloatBut a miniature slay and eight small Hunter boatsWith a little old driver so lively and quickThat I knew right away that that it must be Saint NickMore rapid than a J-boat his coursers they cameAnd he whistled and shouted and called them by nameNow Enterprise, now Two Morrows, now Second Option, now Dolly GOn Windrose, on Mick Mac, on Breakaway and Utopia IIITo the top of the cabin, and over the mastWith boats full of memories of this whole year pastAs cold winds before the cold winter they comeWe think of the past year and all the good funOur children and grand-kids and friends very dearAnd thinking of adventures to come through the New Year.With Apologies to Major Henry Livingston, Jr.