'Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the ship, Not a deckhand was stirring, Not even the captain's upper lip. The Officer's were wrapped, All warm in their cots. While dreams of high winds, were not soon forgot. I myself was on watch that night. Watching the shores and waves. I viewed the shoreline's destructive blight, and decided to conciously stay. When out on the Aft there rose a clatter, I rose from my stool to see what was the matter. Away to the tail I raced with a flash, I trailed down the latter and managed not to crash. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, when there I saw.