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‘Twas The Night Before Christmas
January 2nd, 2015 @ 07:40 PM EST by Newsletter Author

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and out on “the docks,’

Not a creature was stirring, except “on the rocks”


Those furry brown weasels, or whatever they are,

Did not know the time, the day, the y’ar


Perhaps they are mink, a good friend advised me

They “do” look like coats – just wanting to be


But is “was”Christmas Eve and almost“next year,”

They’d not be thinking turkey, or presents, or cheer


They’d not be thinking of what makes our world great

They’d just be thinking … what’s next on the plate


They’d not be thinking of family and friends

Or the real and true meaning that Christmas time sends


But “we’d” be all feasting and enjoying good times

Not thinking of docks, of moorings, of lines


We’d be celebrating the season, with family and friends

Discussing the present, the future, the trends


But back to “our docks,” quite lonely, forlorn

Like little Baby Jesus so many years y’orn


They, like the weasels, did not know that we

Toasted Christmas and New Years and all that it means


No, the docks just lay floating and waiting “their time,”

When their use would soon be an important sublime


They knew that the ice would soon form them in cold

Except for our bubblers assisting their hold


Keeping them steady and safe and content

‘Til spring’s warming pleasures and for what they were meant


To hold our dear crafts from weather and wind

And provide us with transit time and again


We need our good docks they’re like arms holding strong

They’re join us together in harmonious song


For it’s the club that they harbour and for all those that know

That their fabric is woven of friendship we show


They say that our planet, now five billion years old

With five billion left, or so we are told


Will at least last our lifetime and so will our docks

If given precious care by our Dock Committee Jocks


Yes, the Dock Committee is and always will be

The group that keeps them all healthy, and happy, and free,


Free from neglect and free from disrepair,

From water breaks, loose boards, and whatever “out there,”


We’re there in the spring and we’re there in the fall

Summer and winter but that’s certainly not all


We put the bridges up and we bring them back down,

(And we often do this when no one’s around)


We’re a clandestine bunch, perhaps better this way

But trust me we’re “out there,” just lost in the fray


So, what is the point of this short silly bit?

It’s to remind you (subtlety) of the DC Commit


We’re committed to keeping our wet docking world

Safe, neat and tidy when your flags are unfurled


So here’s a toast to you and to me

And raise one much higher to the Dock Committee


We’re here at your service and always will be

Just let us know issues and “off” will we be


To fix and to mend, to hammer and connect

To bring back to new, no matter how wrecked


Yes, those weasels that play on the breakwall each day

Know nothing of this and why should they I say!


Neither do joggers out running in the park to our north

Nor do gawkers and walkers as they stroll back and forth


Neither do “Porterians” across as they fly to and fro

Nor does our plant life or bird life on our icy flow


But we do as members and I hope you agree

Thanks very much illustrious Dock Committee!


By Don Wiliams, Dock Committee Chair