The harbor wears a silver sheen,
Lights shimmer where the tide has been,
Masts hum softly in the night,
Rigging singing carols light.
The moon hangs low like a lantern’s glow,
Guiding the ships that gently rock slow,
Salt and pine mix in the air,
Christmas found in places rare.
Old boats dream of oceans wide,
Of trade winds warm and following tide,
While gulls keep watch on frosted rails,
And wreaths hang green on weathered sails.
The sea is calm, the world feels still,
Even the wind obeys its will,
As if the ocean, vast and deep,
Has paused itself for us to keep.
So here’s to crews and loved ones near,
To ports called home this time of year,
May peace arrive on every shore,
And joy return with every oar.
From star to star, from keel to mast,
A quiet grace is softly cast—
A sailor’s wish, both brave and true:
Fair winds, calm seas, and Christmas too.
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