Upon the waves where the salt winds play,
The crew prepared for Christmas Day.
A garland of ropes on the mast was strung,
And carols of the sea were sung.
The ocean hummed its low refrain,
A festive hymn in the mariner’s vein.
The captain stood with a twinkle bright,
His compass glowing in the moon’s soft light.
“Set course for joy!” he cried aloud,
As stars above formed a silver shroud.
The North Star gleamed, their guiding flame,
A heavenly gift from whence it came.
Below the deck, the feast was laid,
From sea-swept hands, the meal was made.
With salted cod and biscuits round,
A modest cheer on the seas was found.
A toast was raised to winds and tides,
For journeys safe and stars as guides.
The ship became a floating tree,
Adorned with lights on the endless sea.
Lanterns swayed like fireflies,
Reflecting dreams in the sailors’ eyes.
The waves danced too in rhythmic cheer,
Bringing tidings of hope both far and near.
So as they sailed through the winter’s night,
Beneath the heavens, vast and white,
The crew believed, as sailors do,
In Christmas magic, deep and true.
For even where the sea winds roam,
The heart still finds its way back home.
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