Christmas Eve at the Beach

Twas the day before Christmas and down on the beach

The ships were still sailing, well out of reach

The fossils were strewn on the beach all at random

While Skye was charging about with abandon

Mama in her neckerchief and I in my cap

Were watching the eagles, who were trying to nap

When out on the the Bay, there arose a great quacking








I'm afraid that the rest of this poem is lacking...