T'was the day before Christmas, and all 'cross the water Not a ski boat was growling, except for my WakeSetter With me in my drysuit, and Ma in her teddy She said "It's too cold! Hurry up and get ready" One thought had occurred as I slid in the water It's too bad we couldn't have brought out a spotter Then just 'cross the pond I had heard such a splash and the rollers that followed, I thought a plane crashed When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a red Cal-Air with eight tiny reindeer And there in the back was old St. Nick himself In a drysuit of red, a right jolly old elf I said to Ma "Look! It's him! There on the transom!" "Ooo! " She said "He's quite handsome!" So I started it up, my new Malibu And idled up beside them for a good view A thought came to mind, as I watched wide awake With eight reindeer aboard, what a wake they would make I thought he might wakeboard, as he put on his Specks But, he pulled out a Sky Ski, the new carbon fiber LEX With one reindeer driving, and one as the spotter Two in the bow seat, one had a hoof in the water Plus four more reindeer across the back Weighting that Cal-Air like it had a huge fat sack Ol' Santa, he shot us a nod and a wink As he slid off the platform and into the drink He yelled "Spark it up, Donner, then take up the line!" "Watch your speed, hold it steady, and you'll do just fine." The rope tightened up as the Cal-Air came to life "We're supposed to be delivering presents, so don't tell my wife" Gainers, Air Chickens, front flips, & a wake fung Santa rode that foil like Andrew Pilkinton! And on his last pass, Santa threw a huge wake mobius The Cal-Air began to fly, and he winked as he flew over us And I heard him exclaim as they flew by like a kite "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a huge flight!"

Thanks to:  Sean Maginess, Ian Lauder, Neil Larsen, Jack Kling, KOMO TV, & my wife Patti for yet another awesome Air Santa run!