‘Twas the week before Christmas and all through the boat,
The lockers were stuffed, it’s a wonder she’d float.
The stockings were hung at the base of the mast.
A tiny tree nearby, it’s lights flashing fast.
Mur in his tee shirt and me in my slinky,
Had just cuddled in for some hanky-panky,
When out on the deck there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our bunk to see what’s the matter.
We threw open the hatches and grabbed up some clothes,
Some glasses, some shoes and onto the deck we rose.
A little old man so drunk and so slow,