not a sail was fluttering, not from luff to leach.
The Reef Warriors were all snug in their beds,
while visions of new gear danced in their heads.
Our boards were all stacked up safe from a storm,
while inside we were all cozy and warm.
MoonDoggie and Possum sitting comfy on their bums
were enjoying the taste of some really fine rums.
When out on the Reef the wind rose in a clatter.
I looked to the wreck to see what was the matter.
Out on the lake I saw in disbelief,
Waterman Santa surfing the reef.
He sailed like Naish, like Laird he did surf,
making Lake Erie seem like his home turf.
He smacked the lip with such authority and grace.
He even put a smile on MoonDoggie’s face.
He came through the shore break an old Hobie for a sleigh
so loaded with goodies it filled up the bay.
His toes were all gnarly
his nose bent and broke
despite all his scars
his eyes showed pure stoke.
Some call him “St Nick”
Some call him “Kris Kringle”
Possum thought to herself
“I wonder if he is single?”
Then what to my wondering eyes did appear,
were 8 new boards and lots of new gear.
A twin fin
a SUP board or two
a skinny mast
a folding boom
a quiver of sails
all brand spankin’ new.
On to the deck he unloaded the swag,
When he finished his task he grabbed up his rig
With a pat on his head I helped launch his kite,
as he sailed away he got a jump of tremendous height.
The winter swell brought the Christmas Yule tide
And over the white caps Waterman Santa did ride.
Hit the Lip
to All a Good Night!
Happy Holidays from Casey and Lou