Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard
Phyllis Meras
On Christmas Eve, as always, St. Nick was in the sky, And looking down on land and sea with his most practiced eye, To search for landing venues for his reindeer and their sleigh.
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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard
Phyllis Meras
’Twas Christmas Eve in Tisbury, And trees were all alight, St. Nick was coming surely, The stars were gleaming bright.
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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard
Phyllis Meras
The Chappy ferries come and go, In summer rush and winter snow, ’Twixt Chappy isle and Edgartown, Dukes County’s seat of great renown.
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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard
Phyllis Meras
Twas Christmastime so Santa Claus was readying his pack, And filling it with candy canes and holly and knickknacks.
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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard
Phyllis Meras
Santa made his list, checked it twice and then prepared to fly to the Vineyard. This year the trusty Gay Head Light helps him find his way.
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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard
Phyllis Meras
'Twas Christmas Eve and Santa Claus was readying for his trip to see his Vineyard friends, of course, but traveling not by ship, nor ferry boat nor freight boat nor on the Island Queen. He comes by air each Christmastide thanks to his reindeer team.
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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Island
Phyllis Meras
In the annual Gazette Christmas poem Santa finds something in his sack for almost everyone.
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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard
Phyllis Meras
Cruising around

in the pre-Christmas sky

St. Nick and his reindeer always fly

Over the waters of Vineyard Sound,

Over the ocean where the waves pound,

Over the bluffs and the cliffs and the sand

Of Martha’s Vineyard, seeking to land

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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Island
Phyllis Meras

M enemsha was all hunkered down

’Twas quiet like all Chilmark town

In winter when it’s cold — and snow

Is falling as all folk do know

And Dutcher Dock is still — except

For Scott McDowell who’s so deft

At making copper fish to sell

For he must pound and tap as well

To make his fish come out just right.

His cod and sole are quite a sight.

Few boats are tied up at the dock

And so it came as quite a shock

To Santa Claus to see bright lights

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Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Island
Phyllis Meras

In Tisbury town on Church street,
the traffic all was stuck
So those who’d gone on shopping sprees
were clearly out of luck.
They grumped and groaned and left their cars,
And some among them longed for bars
Though they could find right many a snack,
To soothe frayed tempers, but — alack —
There was no wine or beer for sale,
Only soft drinks like ginger ale.
Since by one vote the town decreed
It did not want — it did not need
Drinks alcoholic in the town
That for sobriety is renowned.

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