'Twas the night before Christmas, and out in the sea
Our vessel was sailing, as nice as could be
The stockings were hung from the teak trim with care
With hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The crew were nestled all snug in their beds
As visions of new gear danced in their heads
And the skipper and I relaxed and calm
A nice warm day under the palm
When up in the sky, there arose such a clatter
I leapt from my bed to see what was the matter
To the companionway, I flew to look at the ocean
To see what was causing all the commotion
And what to my skeptical eyes should appear
But a giant osprey expelling droppings next to my ear!
Merry Christmas to all!