Christmas on the AFM is a very special time with many events and celebrations with the international flair to match our international crew.
Here’s a little poem I wrote last year!
‘Twas the Night before Christmas… on the AFM
‘Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the ship, No surgeries in progress – Not even cleft lip. The crew were all snuggled And stacked in so tight, Not disturbed in the least By a stray bit of light. When out in the hall There arose such a clatter, They all jumped and muttered, ‘Now what is the matter?’ They opened their doors And looked out to see, Then gazed in amazement And giggled with glee! The shoes they had left In the hallway that night Were filled up with goodies! Oh what a grand sight! With candies and cookies, And even a ball, Who’d ever expect Such a glorious haul? No reindeer were sighted; No fat jolly men. But elves must have been here, Each thought with a grin. But wait, what’s that racket Way up on deck eight? The stomping about With quite a quick gait? As they ran to the deck rail, They barely caught sight Of a boat heading outbound With a red and green light. The driver looked back And shouted with glee, ‘Merry Christmas my crewmates And may you blessed be!’ |