To the tune of “Let it Snow”

(verse)
Oh, the weather outside’s delightful
And my boss is “ugh” so spiteful,
And since the boat’s rigged to go,
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(verse)
The barometer’s quickly dropping,
And I know I should be shopping.
But my sailing pals said, “YOLO!”
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(bridge)
When we finally cast off lines,
How the waves have built up from the storm,
But the December sun still shines,
Breeze-on runs are our artform.

(verse)
I’m silencing phone and email,
As we fin’lly set the mainsail,
The boss doesn’t have to know,
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(verse)
Upwind we are roughly bashing.
With each swell, the bow is crashing,
Say, what’s up with that huge boat?
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(bridge)
It’s a tall ship from days of yore
With her deck loaded heavy with trees.
Why are they so dang close to shore?
They’ve lost control in the big breeze!

(verse)
Well, they’re def’nitely in some trouble,
Let’s go help, before she’s rubble!
Those firs should be all aglow,
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(verse)
Blast over and toss a tow rope.
“We’re here, no need to lose hope.”
Set the spinnaker now, heave-ho!
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(bridge)
Good thing we all must go downwind,
Kite is up, and we’re starting to move.
Must be brave, don’t look so frightened,
Old St. Nick surely approves!

(verse)
The wind shows no signs of fading,
Our sail-tug o’er waves cascading,
In the puffs, am I seeing snow?
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(verse)
This is not the sail we envisioned,
But it’s not a tough decision:
To a Christmas ship, give a tow.
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(bridge)
Now we’re getting real close to port,
Children line up alongside the pier.
Then the ship glides in smooth athwart,
Distributing trees and good cheer!

(verse)
Anytime you go winter sailing
It’s adventure, never failing.
So wear your lifejacket, yo!
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

(verse)
Safely home, we pass out the toddies
To warm our frozen bodies.
Santa’s helpers shout Ho-Ho-Ho!
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.

Note: This story is obviously fictional, and we love our bosses.
Happy holidays from the 48° North crew!