T'was the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the boat

Not a creature was stirring, the rum bottles were stowed.

The stockings were hung in the cockpit with care

With hope that dark chocolate soon would be there.

Then up on the deck there arose such a clatter

Andy arose from his Kindle to see what was the matter.

And then what did his wondering eyes see

But a shimmering sloop and eight fish of the Cays.

With a little old sailor so lively and quick

Andy knew in a moment he must be St. Nick!

And up the anchor line St. Nicholas flew

With a sloopful of rum and tattoos for two.

And then in cockpit, this jolly old elf.

Andy laughed at the sight in spite of himself.

He was dressed all in fur from his head to his toes -

It was totally inappropriate for the isles Abacos.

He said not a word but unloaded his bag

And gave the sailors all of their schwag.

Then, laying his finger aside of his nose

Up the mast, and the rigging, Santa Claus rose.

On Nipper,’s on Pete’s, on Jack’s, and on Snappa’s

On Grabber’s, on Jib Room, on Curly’s, and on Cracker’s!

He rose to the masthead and before he sailed out of sight,

He called, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”