‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the waterways not a creature was swimming, not even a trout;The riders were nestled all snug in their skis. While visions of rickter skis flipping in their heads. When out on the water there arose such a clatter(brap, brap), I sprang from my ski to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. He sprang to his Jetski, to his team gave a whistle, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Ricter! now, Krash! now Skat Track and Riva! On, Sea-Doo! on, Jettrim! on, YAMAHA and KAWASAKI! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!” And away they all jet-skied like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he jetski out of sight–“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Holidays are opportunities for friends and relatives to get together and celebrate life.