When we rowed out at Christmas Not a boat had moved that day As all of us who love each other Picked up an oar to row away

The air was rare yet blue above The harbour Whilst the river was as green as green As I called out “forward to row” To what was indeed a family team!

We easily left behind our puddles But this was no race Or training trip that day Just those who loved each other Rowing out on Christmas day

Soon we past the basking seals And the old ship yard upon the shore Until someone called out “easy up” As out came the Champaign. Mince pies and fluted glasses

Now who could ask for anything more