25 December 2006
With a dozen cruisers living in the boatyard, Christmas Day will be an intimate affair. Although party plans have not been orchestrated, in cruiser fashion, we will surely pull together a terrific potluck holiday meal, full of laughter and spirited conversation. Our community is warm. We live with incredible weather: clear, sunny with a constant, but modest breeze and the temptation of blue water nearby. A daily reminder, that indeed, we live a blessed life, in paradise or is this Proust’s lost paradise?
We aren’t sure if we’ll be able to coerce others to carol on Christmas Eve, but we hope so. In the tradition, set last year with our good friends on s/v Our Tern, we have modified the traditional lyrics of The Twelve Nights of Christmas to fit our current situation. We hope you enjoy our version and it brings you a few chuckles.
'Tis the night before Christmas,
not a mosquito buzzed,
when in 'tis secluded boatyard,
came the crooning of four Amberchan’s a caroling....
The Twelve Nights of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas,
My true love sent to me,
One barbecue cuy on a stick*,
Two trips on the travel lift,
Three workers welding,
Four sanders blasting,Fiveeeee…. Golden chamber pots,
Six cruisers kibitzing,
Seven rungs to climb,
Eight kittens begging,
Nine broken drill bits,
Ten purple floorboards,
Eleven pelicans pooping,
and…
Twelve gallons bottom paint.* a cuy is a guinea pig.