‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through our boat, not a breath of wind could be found, were we really afloat?
The flags all hung limp in the flybridge above, this is the weather that we crave and we surely do love.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a thunderstorm to the north as a cold front came near.
We no longer worry about wind since we are tied to the dock, and the waves barely hit us so we don’t even rock.
Marina life can be fun as we can walk, kayak and swim, and go into the hot tub ‘til the sunlight goes dim.
The past months have been challenging so we deserve some good cheer, we’re just so glad that we are still able to be here.
We’ll leave high places to Santa so Dave doesn’t take flight, but we still want to wish “Happy Christmas to all and to all good night!”