Twas the night before shutdown, and all through the yard
The only thing moving was a cutter from the coast guard.
The docks were stacked out in the field so neat,
In the hopes that winter would soon retreat.
The boats were stacked all snug on their stands,
With their bows held high stuck on dry land.
And Reno in his parka, and Sass in his overalls,
Jammed the bays with work clear to the walls.
When way down river I heard booming thunder,
I sprang from my desk…what spell was I under?
Away to the riverbank I made my weary trudge,
Reminding myself that I was sober as a judge!
It was a full moon and all was a glow,
It was like day with the fresh fallen snow.
And I know what I saw and I saw what I know,
A whole fleet of boats with a something in tow!
A Mastercraft, a Hurricane, and a red Stingray
Buzzed by the no wake zone in a mountain of spray!
At first I was angry but decided I didn’t much care
When ten elves on wakeboards launched in the air!
Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas!
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