Twas the race before Christmas

'Twas the race before Christmas, and all down the line,

Boats were over early, except, of course, mine.

Other skippers were cursing, and sounding most surly

With screaming between boats: “You’re OVER EARLY!”

But we’re off, the starter yells “clean” and we charge up the course.

Tacking on headers, without any remorse.

I made it look easy, as I kept with each lift,

I’m a finely tuned racer,  I was born with the gift!

I was feeling almost giddy, as I kept the boat ahead,

I planned to replay the race continuously whilst quaffing a red.

As I rounded the last mark I was eyeing the prize,

But I blew it, predictably, with a spectacular capsize