A very big thank you to Valerie Parv who whipped this poem up in 12 minutes!
‘Twas the night before Christmas
All through Roobinesque
Our eager young writer still slaved at her desk.
The stockings were hung from the galley with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The captain was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of chandlery danced in his head.
When out on the ocean, arose such a clatter
That Helene sprang up to see what was the matter.
And what to her wondering eyes did appear?
But a dinghy with Santa and several reindeer.
And doing the rowing, so lively and quick
She knew at a glance that it must be St. Nick.
Up to the wind indicator at the top of the mast
He flew like a seagull and fixed it so fast.
She laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself,
And lifted her glass to toast his good health.
He said not a word as he went to his task,
Filling the stockings per Captain G’s asks.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
Then giving a nod, past the mainsail he rose,
And she heard him exclaim as to his dinghy he took,
‘Merry Christmas, Miz Helene, good luck with your books.’