Twas the Night Before Christmas and what it means to me….

Today, I am taking a little break from the Panama Canal travelogue. No worries it will be back. It’s Christmas Eve and all the festive excitement is about to come to a climax. Santa has started his annual trek around the world (according to norad he left the north pole at 2 am), children are building with excitement as the day heads to a close, families are getting together, glasses being raised and excitement abounds. My kids are older now and that excitement of a child has seems to have regressed ever so sightly but I am sure they still have some wonder for the season. The days of buying toys of all kinds have changed to days of buying iPods, televisions, computers, Iphones or blackberry’s.Christmas for us has always been a family event. Usually we are travelling between various family members to fill meal obligations (always hard work!) or catch up and spend time with those we lose touch with in the busy-ness of everyday life. A open fire on Christmas Eve with eggnog in hand, the smell of the burning wood, the excitement of the kids and their mystery of stockings is heart warming! We would often open one gift on Christmas eve. Christmas is about family, it’s about tradition, singing carols and for some remembering the gift of a saviour. Whatever your tradition or your practice is during the season, I want to thank each of my followers and readers for taking some of your time to spend reading my rants in “This ..That and whatever else I can think of”  and I would like to wish you and your families a very Merry Christmas and all the best for the New Year.

Since I am  in the process of writing my review of the Panama Canal, I thought it would be best to leave you with a different spin on the famous poem “Twas the night before Christmas”.  Happy Cruising! I took this still life photo this morning in front of our tree, so I will leave you with this.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and far out at sea Our vessel was sailing, as smooth as could be
The stockings were hung from the balcony chairs With hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their uppers Having just settled down from a Christmas Eve supper
And ma and myself, we were covered in aloe A bit too much sun, in a pool, warm and shallow
When up in the sky, there arose such a clatter I leapt from my bed to see what was the matter
To the sliding glass door, I flew like a flash Well, more like a saunter, and less like a dash
And what to my skeptical eyes should appear But a great shiny sleigh, and eight flying reindeer
They circled our ship, from starboard to port As the moon lit the driver, a jolly old sort
Who called to his team, in a happy retort “Now Dasher, now Dancer,” so on and so forth
We raced through our cabin and into the hall To the very top deck, in time for us all
To be awed by the sight of Old Santa’s sleigh As he lightly touched down, by the midnight buffet
With a bundle of goodies thrown over his back He rose in the air and dropped down the smokestack
Santa went straight to work, and later we learned He found every child’s cabin, from the bow to the stern
Insides and oceanviews, balconies and suites Santa filled every stocking, with toys and with treats
Until all his deliveries had been handled with care Then he noted he still had a minute to spare
So he surfed the wave rider, with nary a fall While Dasher and Dancer scaled the rock-climbing wall
And Prancer, who had always been fond of the cold Tried the ice-skating rink, a sight to behold
And then with a whistle, Santa summoned his team And he bade us farewell, silent nights and sweet dreams
And I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of view Merry Christmas to all, and to all, a good cruise.
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