Prowlersfish, RWS, BobCt and P-Dogg were snuggled in their beds, while visions of brand new boats (which they would never buy) danced in their heads.
Allen Sr, Rossjo, Larry and Jav were up late... wrapping last minute gifts,
while Captainmaniac and Paul were laughing and drinking...and giving their wives fits!
Our marina was quiet and the tide was out... and in the shallows we saw a vessel, a big vessel, approaching and bobbing about.
As he rammed the dock and stepped off of his boat, we noticed this man dressed in a red and white coat.
We heard him ho-ho-ing and shaking a bell. This man was on a mission and wishing everyone well.
Later as it departed, it's horn sounded a loud blast. It was an F-44...a ghost from the past!
It was Santa the whole time at the helm of this boat, he was passing out gifts to all that he met.
Then all of a sudden...took off like a jet!
Out to the sea, and soon out of sight... we all heard,
Merry Christmas to all you Trojan Boaters...and to all, a good night!
