’Twas the Night Before Christmas (At Sea)

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship,
Not a sailor was stirring, not even a slip.
The sea stretched around us, vast, dark, and deep,
While the crew dreamed of harbors in their quiet sleep.

On the open ocean, far from familiar shores, Christmas takes on a different kind of magic. Under a moonlit sky, with the creak of the rigging and the rhythmic lull of the waves, even the most weathered sailor finds a moment to believe in wonders. This is the story of a special visitor aboard our vessel, a reminder that the spirit of Christmas travels wherever the wind may blow.