A Sailor's ‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS…
I am a sucker for respectful Night before Christmas parodies. A poem by Martin Evans, shared by the Extreme Sailing Series : ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and those with sea legs, Were dreaming of waves as high as mastheads; The stockings were shackled to the transom with glee, In hopes that St Nick would find them at sea; The sailors were nestled all snug in their quarters, With visions of sun, fair winds and calm waters. ...