Annual Christmas Poem

And to All, Some Good Cheer

On Christmas Eve when snow was thick, To Martha’s Vineyard came St. Nick, And all his reindeer wearing masks.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

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.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

’Twas Christmas Eve in Tisbury, And trees were all alight, St. Nick was coming surely, The stars were gleaming bright.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

The Chappy ferries come and go, In summer rush and winter snow, ’Twixt Chappy isle and Edgartown, Dukes County’s seat of great renown.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

Twas Christmastime so Santa Claus was readying his pack, And filling it with candy canes and holly and knickknacks.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

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.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

'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.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Island

In the annual Gazette Christmas poem Santa finds something in his sack for almost everyone.

Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

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

scallop shell shack Christmas wreath

Poem: Gifts for All, Good Tidings for Vineyard

Editor's Note: Each year, editor Phyllis Meras creates a Christmas poem for the Vineyard.

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