Twas The Night Before Lake Day

I was waiting for the part where he whistled and shouted and called the tubers names, but that probably was not fit to print here.

My wife Erin wrote this for me for Christmas, thought I would share it with you all.
Merry Christmas

Twas the night before lake day
And all through the hall
TJ placed lake stuff
Staked high on the wall

Life Jackets, towels,
And before heading to bed,
He got the wakeboard, slalom,
and Sofia's zip sled.

All night he lay dreaming
Of what was to be.
Its easy to see
That this guy LOVES to ski.

The next morning came
And whos first to rise?
Not Sofia...Its TJ.
Who first opens his eyes.

As the truck gets packed up,
He wont want to forget
The bucket of cleaner
To clean the boat with.

TJ drives to the lake
A Nautique hat on his head.
As he and Sofia
Sing with the "Grateful Dead".

He finally arrives
He is there at his place,
But before he can ski
There are steps he must take.

He puts on his jacket,
Puts "soup" in his boot,
He stands and proceeds
To push in his foot.

He puts on his gloves,
But as I throw out the rope,
He sighs with disgust,
Rolls his eyes and says "nope".

He cannot go yet,
As a tuber rolls past,
A wake surfer wakes,
A big boat blasts.

So he waits, and he waits,
And he waits some more,
He's not going to settle,
He's looking to score.

The best water he can!
Do you think he will waste
The perfect opportunity
'cuz he acted in haste?

The water gets still,
And its finally time,
He pulls himself up
And cuts on a dime.

It's amazing to watch him
Swerve on his ski.
He's graceful and quick
He makes it look so easy
.
So, no tubers allowed,
And I think TJ'd agree
That a slalom skier's the best
One can ever hope to be.







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