‘Twas December in SUPville and all through the town,
the river had only small bits of ice to be found.
Paddleboards were hung on the roof racks with care,
In hopes an early spring was already there.
The Sup’n Santas geared up with hats and jackets of red,
While visions of the tropics danced in their heads.
Holiday shoppers hurried around town with a whirl,
Searching for gifts for good boys and good girls.
Down by the River there rose such a clatter,
Fair weather paddlers ran to see what was the matter.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
Three SUP’n Santas with Tahoe SUP boards and gear.
They glided with ease on the displacement hull boards,
While cheers and good wishes were yelled from bridges and shores.
They shouted with glee as they paddled out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!”iv>