Eversole (DD 789) - Naval Cruise Book

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Another year has come and gone, But the mem'ry of last year lingers on. We spent the entire evening out, lt was at sea, you can have no doubt. lt was cold and dreary, that night so long. That Christmas Eve in Sagami Wan. But this year is different, We want it to be. This Christmas will find us with family. But that's for the brown-baggers, Not steamers like we. This Christmas won't find us where we want to be, For way off far, 8000, it's true, Our families wait, For me and for you. Next year will be different, They keep saying to me. But not to be wrong, l'll wait and see. fi But, Hark! What's this comingr That little fat man With the bushy white whiskers And the bag in his hand. He stumbles and staggers But people still know, Old Santa's been tapping The Seagram's V.O. l'm not quite that drunk, He said with a knack. A moment before he fell down the stack. Now he's grimy and sooty, And his whiskers are singed. But, Look! lt's not Santa. lt's Hurst, back from a binge. We continue our wait And our watch in the darkness, With hopes that Old Santa Will soon be upon us. The crew that's aboard Are all sound, filled with slumber, And those with the watch are Few men in number. Their stockings are placed ln their boondocks with care, In hopes that the odor Will not fill the air. They toss and they burn Still asleep in their beds, While visions of Nippons Dance in their heads. CHRISTMAS 1961 by John M. Shultz lt's calm on the bridge And in combat and sonar, And for the man on the foc'sle, It sure is a loner. He stands all alone And it's cold there, l'll bet, But Santa is coming And he must be met. Then up on the bridge There arose such a clatter, As the relieved 0.0.D. Debarked down the ladder. He tripped at the top And tell all the way down, And at the bottom The crew gathered 'roundf To check on the damage Done by the fall, But nare was a dent Nor a mar on the wall. Then this time for real lt's Santa indeed, With eight tiny reindeer And Rudolph, the lead. They buzzed o'er the foc'sle And landed on deck, With a loud Ho-Ho-Ho, And a gay, What the heck At his work he's a master, With ioy and much fun. And into our lives, He brought us some sun. So Christmas is over, Each got what he rates. But tomorrow is Christmas Back home in the States. We'll stay here and fight them, With Seventh-Fleet as it be. Here's to Christmas of next year, At home and with glee.