We've been on a lot of cruises, but this Christmas cruise was something special and resulted in this blog. If you have sailed on Carnival's Magic, you will understand the references. (Martina, from table 624 Southern Lights Dining room on Carnival's Magic, you may have to Google "The Night Before Christmas" to get the full effect)
T'was the night before Christmas
And all through the ship
Every creature was stirring, this was our Christmas trip!
The stockings were duck taped to the cabin door with care, in hopes more refunds soon would be there.
The children were checked into Camp Carnival with care
For parents had things to do and no time to spare.
Ma in her sequins and I in my white tee
Had just settled down at the bar for some Red Frog Tea
When out on the deck there rose such a clatter, I staggered from my booth to see what was the matter.
Away to the railing I rushed with glee . I looked to the left, but no one to see.
The moon on the foam of the whirl pool below, revealed two couples shouting Oh No".
When what to my wandering eyes should I see
But a stack of packages and eight men carrying a tree
With an Italian leader, not so heavy, I KNEW IN A MOMENT IT MUST BE Battinelli
Slipping and sliding on the wet decks they Came
And he WHISTLED, AND SHOUTED AND CALLED THEM BY NAME.
"Now Sergio, Now Alordf, Now Ajehab and Ackrill!
On Rogebad on Beorgman on Gazzolo and Bobbybill
To the top of deck 12 back there by the wall, now hurry away, hurry away, hurry away all.
AS Wal-Mart bags, before the hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to deck 12 the crew members they flew,
With a tree on their back and Capt. Battinelli, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the deck,
Much wrestling and pushing up the tree, without a wreck.
As I was pulling back my head and turning around, down the staircase, Capt. Battinelli came with a bound.
He was covered with salt from his head to his foot, but his clothes were spotless not a speck of soot,
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And no beard on his chin, what do you know!
A stump of a pipe he held clinched tight in his teeth, but no smoke encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and hair cropped to the neck.
That didn't move, not one little speck.
He was slim and trim, And good looking, too,
And I hoped he was married with eighteen kids, I do
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word but when straight to work doling out toys and even some books
And then smiling and turning, and waving a hand, back to the bridge he ran.
He sprang to the stairs, to is crew gave a command,
And away they all flew, back to play in the band.
And I heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good night!