Twas the night before Christmas and all through each State;
Families began to celebrate Coast Guard.
Only House came an urgent call from the White
A crisis had sprung up, would be one and all to influence.
In fact, the State Department was frantic,
For Santa Claus had landed in the Atlantic Ocean!
It was foggy as always; Rudolph had made a mistake.
Santa, sledges and eight reindeer perished.
But the stockings were hung by the chimneys with care.
Poor Santa chuckled that "I will never there."
When what wondering eyes to show to his;
But some Coast Guard cutter with its rescue gear!
The officers and crew were so vivid and fast;
Sure was a lucky break for good OLE Saint Nick.
With a nod from the master. They went to work properly.
Was embarrassed, he felt like an idiot.
Poor Santa was humid but how anyone could see
He was very grateful that the U.S.C.G!
And we heard him exclaim how dragged him out of sight,
"If it were not for age and weight, I tonight enter!"
CHRISTOPHER K. RINGLE
Colonel, United States
OIC, special services
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