T'was the day before Christmas, and all 'cross the pond
Not a ski boat was growling, save for one Echelon

With me in my drysuit, and Ma in her teddy
She said "It's too cold! Hurry up and get ready"

One thought had occurred as I slid in the water
It's too bad we couldn't have brought out a spotter

Then just 'cross the pond I had heard such a splash
and the rollers that followed, I thought a plane crashed

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a red Ski Nautique with eight tiny reindeer

And there in the back was old St. Nick himself
In a drysuit of red, a right jolly old elf

I said to Ma "Look! It's him! There on the transom!"
"Ooo! He looks better in person!" She said "He's quite handsome!"

So I started it up, my new blue Malibu
And pulled up beside the course for a good veiw

A thought came to mind, as I watched wide awake
With eight reindeer aboard, what a wake they would make

I thought he might wakeboard, but to my wide eyes
He pulled out a slalom, it was quite a surprise

With one reindeer driving, and three as the spotter
And three in the bow seat, one had a hoof in the water

Two laid 'cross the back, you could just see an ear
There couldn't have been too much room for the gear

Ol' Santa, he shot us a nod and a wink
As he slid off the platform and into the drink

He yelled "Spark it up, Donner, then take up the line!"
"Watch your speed, hold it steady, and you'll do just fine."

I felt a chill as I watched his Nautique spark to life
When he finally yelled "Hit it!" I clung to my wife

The rope twenty-eight off, the speed Thirty-four,
He must have made at least six passes or more

And on his last pass, he just kept on going
The Nautique started to fly, I guess custom from Boeing

And I heard him exclaim as the boat started it's flight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"