Merry Christmas everyone...

Jan 19, 2010
Catalina 34 Casco Bay
T'was the night before Christmas
and all through the house..
There were empties and butts left around by some louse
and the best quart I'd hid by the chimney with care
Had been swiped by some bum
Who'd discovered it there...
My guests had all long been
poured in their beds
To awake in the morning with
God awful heads
My mouth full of cotton hung down to my lap
Because I was dying for one more nightcap...
When thru the north window there arose such a smell
I sprang from my bed to see what the hell
and what to my wondering eyes should show up
but eight bloated reindeer hitched to beer truck
With a little old driver that looked like a hick
But I knew it was Santa, tight as a tick
Staggering onward those eight reindeer came
as he hiccuped and belched and called by name..
On Burbon, on Vodka you too Scotch and Rye
We'd better get going before you're too high
Get up on that roof, get the hell off this wall
Get going you dummies we've got a long haul
So up on the roof went the reindeer and truck
But a branch hit Santa before he could duck..

There is more... If the majority wants it. I'll finish tomorrow..

Merry Christmas everyone !!

Aug 2, 2005
Pearson 33-2 & Typhoon 18 Seneca Lake
Another rhyme-spouting poet! I love it!
(Perhaps there should be a poetry corner or original literature posting area on the SBO forums???)

Thanks, sailmate88 and Happy Holidays to all.
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Jul 27, 2011
Bavaria 38E Alamitos Bay
To the tune of We Wish You A Merry Christmas, our animal friends convey the holiday cheer:

“Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose,
Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose,
Wee fish ewe a mare egrets moose,
Panda a hippo gnu deer”!!!
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Jan 19, 2010
Catalina 34 Casco Bay
By popular demand......

and then in a twinkling I heard from above
A hell of a noise that was no cooing dove
Down the chimney he plunged
Landing smack on his rear
with a pack on his back that was full of his gear.
He was dressed up in furs no cuffs on his pants
and the way the guy squirmed, well I guess he had ants...
He had pints and quarts in the pack on his back
with a breath that would blow a train off it's track...
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work
.....and missed half the stockings the plastered old jerk
Then putting five fingers to the end of his nose
He gave me the bird, up the chimney he rose.
as he spang to his sleigh at to hasty a pace
he tripped on a gable and slid on his face.
But I heard him burp back as he passed out of sight...
Merry Christmas you rum dums now really get tight.....