The Week Before Christmas at CCB

Twas the week before Christmas and all round the Park,  
the boats were all covered and the trailer was dark.
Buxton was nestled in the back of my car,
and the chickens were wintering at a home not too far.
Seaytee stood guard ‘gainst the mice and rats,
 while I dreamed of summer when I’d hope to see bats.
The year at our back was one of the best,
with kids by the hundreds,  but still could I rest?
To reach a few thousand, that was my goal
and I knew that we could in the pit of my soul.
We have a great team, the brightest and best
and a fleet more than 50 with which we are blessed.
Our cause it is good, no child left ashore,
but how could we serve One Thousand more?
It came down to dollars and it came down to cents,
running a program is a great big expense.
And more was our station, in a former land fill.
How can you teach at the foot of a hill?
A hill made of garbage at the back of Seaside,
down a dirt road is where we did hide.
How could we tell the world what we did,
when our flame was kept under a municipal lid??
We needed a plan and we needed it fast.
Next year would be here,  as this one is past.
First to the team, lets call the clan,
 Now Alonzo, And Brooke and Schroeder and Joanne,
On Bridgeport, on Stratford, On Trumbull and Westport,
 Now Fairfield and Shelton and don’t forget Southport
Volunteers and Directors,  Family and Friends,
we need you all now to sail to the end.
The final chapter, it’s time, to bring it all home
to create a new boathouse for the kids of our zone.
A shiny new ship is just the thing,
to serve a few thousand  and make this program ring.
We’ll park it I think, next to downtown,
 in the harbor that’s blank and much of it brown.
Oh sure there’s a future for this spit of land,
 but plans seem far off and not quite at hand.
And besides we will float, where ever we can,
but here is the crux to the core of the plan:
It costs quite a bundle to purchase a ship
and to pay for a staff,  that’s smart as a whip.
To keep the boats painted, the sails in good order,
moneys the key,  from here to the border.
So please give of your dollars, please give your change,
Please become a member even though it seems strange
That you’d think to go sailing when it’s twenty below
In the middle of winter when the air’s full of snow
Cause while you’re aslumber this Christmas eve,
the folks at CCB are rolling their sleeves.
We’re getting to work, to serve every child,
the rich and the poor, the meek and the mild.
And before you can say Happy New year to one,
We’ll be working for all in the hot summer sun.

Do Good, Have Fun Sail Far-Merry Christmas
The CCB Staff