(Adaption of the story – “Twas the night before Christmas” by Clement Clark Moore)
It was a few weeks before Christmas, and all through Bakoven Beach the kids were stirring and parents where lazing.
The presents where collected with care, in anticipation that Father Christmas, which will be amazing.
The children where slip sliding with visions of summer days dancing on their mind.
Moms and Dads chatting in the shade and the NSRI where there to help and share the kind.
The summer was beating down and not a leaf was moving.
The best way to send the day would be by the water, grooving.
When along came Rotarian Schipper causing much excitement and clatter.
The kids ran to the shoreline to see what was the matter.
Their eyes could not believe what they could see.
Father Christmas on Rotarian Schipper, coming towards them, from the sea!
With a Coxswain and crew so lively and quick,
It could be no other than St. Nick.
Up to the beach he drew,
The NSRI made sure Father Christmas would visit Bakoven too.
He was dressed in the full gear, from head to toe.
He also visits places that don’t have snow!
There were presents for all the children under the Christmas tree.
He looked like the real deal, the children shouted with glee.
His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
When all was done and the children were happy and smiling.
The Children and parents all turned from what they were doing.
He waved his hand in the air and cheered with all his might,
“A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night”.