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Aug 30, 2016
United States
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1986 Marine Trader 36' Sundeck
I’m wishing all a very merry Christmas and smooth sailing in 2018!
Merry Christmas to you too and to all my fellow TFers, enjoy (responsibly)!
Same wishes from our home (and boat) to all of you. We're getting ready in a bit over a week for our January 1st cruise to kick off the new year. Can't wait. We're providing the champagne, munchies and some truffles my wife made. They come in two flavors, raspberry and a spicy chocolate. Or maybe that should be Great and DYAMM THOSE ARE GOOD!
Merry Christmas! Dave, Suzie, Max & Cindy Lou....


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Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas and a Healthy and Happy 2018 from the bottom of your bilge to the top of your anchor light!

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Merry Christmas to all! Best wishes for a joyous holiday season and a peaceful new year.
Wishing all of you all the blessings of this glorious season!

...Followed in January with, "...And what to my wondering eyes should appear but 10 extra pounds on my thighs, hips and rear!"

Merry Christmas!

Good health and following seas to everyone in 2018.


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Merry Christmas Everyone!

"So if anybody wants to get me something, get me 60 crabs - one for each year. I don't want no diamonds, I don't want no shoes, I don't want no party. I want some crabs."

Patti LaBelle


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Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and good cruisin' to all!
Same to all of ya.


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Merry Christmas you lot, make sure you polish your brass in the new year!

From Polar's Crew.


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A Boater's Night Before Christmas

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS and all through the boat,
The bilge pumps were hustling to keep us afloat,
The children were nestled all snug in their berths,
(We sleep here most nights to get our money's worth)
As Ma read Jackie Collins and I guzzled beer,
She said “You've had enough, now come to bed dear.”

Then out on the dock there arose an uproar.
As I reached in the Igloo to get just one more.
So up went my head out of the hatch.
(Though I should have thought first to undo the latch.) I saw stars for a moment, and as quick as a blink
My wife yelled, "See, you've had too much to drink!"

The moon on the water lit the marina up bright
(Which was good, since the kids had lost my flashlight.) Then what with my wondering eyes should I see,
But a fat, fuzzy old guy in a Bayliner Capri.
Instead of an outboard hung on the rear, Tied to the bow were eight tiny reindeer. More rapid than Reggie, these coursers they flew, And on each of their hoofs was a Topsider shoe.

With crashing and bashing and banging and knocking, I knew in an instant they must be docking,
“No Dasher! Hold it, Dancer! Damn you Prancer and Vixen. Stop, Comet! Grab a line, Cupid! Get bumpers, Doneer and Blitzen!
Look out for that boat! Watch that seawall!
Now fend off, fend off, fend off all!”

He was dressed in a red cap ringed with fur trim
Along with a Speedo that covered just a fraction of him.
I was shocked and astonished. What could I say?
I also go boating dressed exactly that way.
He then grabbed a bag, a bulging huge sack,
And hoisted it up onto his back,
He also had sponges and a mop in his grip,
As he waddled his way o'er to my slip.

He said “My name’s Nick, and my friend, I can tell
That your gel coat needs buffing and your teak looks like hell.
Your vinyl needs cleaning, your lockers arranging,
Your holding tank pumping, and your oil a-changing,
You've put these jobs off for too long and you know it.
So here's all that you need. This time don't blow it.”

Then as quick as he came, he was back on his boat,
His reindeer revving and eager to tote.
“Merry Christmas!” he called as they cruised through the night.
“And regarding the beer Joe, your wife she is right.
Happy Festivus, looking for my aluminum pole.
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