Sunnyland ACBS Wishes you Happy Holidays!!
Twas the night before Christmas and out on the dock
The water beneath was hard as a rock.
The lights were all strung from boathouse to pier
For that magical night that we wait for all year.
We’d come to the cottage this cold winter’s night
To celebrate Christmas in settings so white.
In a place that ‘til now had held just summer’s fun
And now becomes part of our year’s final run.
The tree in the house and the one outside
Were lighted and sparkled with true Christmas pride.
Family and friends were all gathered here
To share this special Christmas cheer.
We toasted and partied, and were in a good mood
Tho it might have had something to do with the food
That we felt a bit drowsy (and some nodded off)
While the rest of us finished our Holiday quaff.
So we built up the fire in the old stone hearth
To ward off the wind from the frigid north.
I must have dozed off for when I awoke
The fire was only just ashes and smoke.
I was just getting ready to add some more wood
To keep us all cozy and feeling so good
When, from out on the lake I heard a strange sound
Like un-muffled engines heading inbound.
So I ran to the porch and pushed open the door
To find out the cause of this unseemly roar.
The moon on the snow-covered lake shone bright
And bedazzled the eye with ethereal light.
The air was so cold that it made your nose stick
While the tree branches creaked with ice that was thick
I gazed down the lake, disbelief on my face
At what came from the distance and looked like a race
A sleigh being pulled by old wooden boats
With an old driver wrapped in slicker and coats.
They came ‘cross the lake at a dizzying pace
And I heard him exhort as he came near our place:
On Chris-Craft on Hacker, on Penn Yan and Thompson
On Century, Garwood, Morehouse and Lyman.
To the top of the camp then atop the sea wall
Christmas comes this year to one and to all.
I rubbed my eyes once and then looked inside
And the old guy was there with a bag by his side.
He spoke not to me but went straight to his stock
Left a copy of “Rudder” rolled up in each sock.
Then he turned to the tree with its lights so bright
And gave me a wink and went into the night.
He smiled back at me as if part of the joke
And then, in an instant, he was gone like smoke
He jumped in the sled and started the team
And roared down the lake with a full head of steam.
But I heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sight
“Happy Boating to all, and to all a good night!”