Twas the night Before Christmas

Boaters stocking

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the boat the stockings were hung by the mast with care in hopes that St Nick soon would be there

St Nick

I in my cap

had just settles down for a long winters nap

When out on the bay arose such a clatter.

A little old driver so lively and quick I knew in an instant it must be saint nick. 

He whistled he shouted he called them by name 

No trimmer, Now Fordeck now Grinder 

On Pit, on Spintrimmer on rail

Now Sail away, Sail away all

Merry Christmas from Single Sailing Savor