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