12/23/2024
Here is a borrowed pome for all divers: A Holiday poem that I would love to share with you all:
’Twas the night before Christmas, and under the seas,
Not a diver was stirring; all felt at ease.
The wetsuits were hung in the locker with care,
In hopes that new adventures soon would be there.
The tanks were all nestled in racks by the wall,
Regulators polished and BCDs tall.
With visions of Fiji’s reefs so divine,
Where soft corals sway and the waters shine.
When out on the dock there arose such a clatter,
We sprang to our fins to see what was the matter.
Away to the mooring we swam like a flash,
Dodging the kelp in a mad underwater dash.
The moon on the waves of the shimmering sea
Gave the luster of daylight to the vast coral spree.
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature skiff with eight seahorses near.
With a jolly old captain, so lively and quick,
We knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!
In scuba gear fitted with fins and a mask,
He chuckled and set to his underwater task.
“To Cozumel’s walls, where drift dives amaze,
To Laguna’s coves with their secretive bays!
To Catalina’s kelp forests, towering high,
Let’s explore every wonder ‘neath the Pacific sky!”
As bubbles ascend from a diver below,
We followed St. Nick through the ocean’s glow.
To wrecks, to reefs, through tunnels we raced,
Each site a new treasure, each dive was embraced.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Leaving gifts in each cove with a jolly smirk.
A new dive computer, a knife with no rust,
A flashlight for night dives—these were a must!
And laying a finger aside of his hood,
He signaled “Ascend,” as good divers should.
He sprang to his skiff, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all zoomed like a freed-up missile.
But we heard him exclaim, as he vanished from sight,
“Safe dives to you all, and to all a good night!”
Happy Holidays,