That’s what happens when Christmas dinner is blessed by the rabbi

Let us pray.

 

Twas the night after Santa,

And all through the base,

Some were still hung-over,

All over the place.

 

Enjoying time with each other,

We drank and jackbox played,

Taking a break,

From the unending retro-grade.

 

We were grateful for gifts,

From secrets Santas we knew,

And volunteered to sort mail,

Because volunteering is something we do.

 

Though our numbers keep dwindling,

And more cars are free for use,

We prayer we get fewer speeding tickets,

Which ATO seems to do.

 

Sending projectiles down range,

We’ve shot inside and out,

And enjoyed time spent together,

Of that there’s no doubt.

 

We know on this deployment,

When times get a little rough,

We have each other,

And that’s good stuff.

 

With thanks to the galley crew,

Who feed us each day,

And to God up above,

To look out for us – come what may.

 

So tonight, we celebrate

As a family so tight,

A merry Christmas to all,

And to all a good night.

 

Amen.

Tyler and I enjoying our seasonal hats. Tyler was maybe more excited than I.

The gang with thank you letters from a friend of mine's fourth grade NYC class.