‘Tis the night before Christmas in Old Mazatlan,
Carla and Wade are making a plan.
For dinner, tamales, and plenty of mole,
(and of course, being Christmas, it must rhyme with Holy).
The stockings are filled up with chocolate mementos,
The table so festive: a nacimiento!
The tanks are all full and the lines are fair led,
For the next day they’re leaving and must soon a-bed!
They’ll Skype in the morning with families they miss.
They’ll listen to tales, and they’ll blow them a kiss.
Then out of the harbor they’ll fly so astounding,
The wind in their sails and the white hull a-bounding.
For Christmas may come only one day a year,
But weather is fickle and for Baja they steer.

We love and miss all our family and friends.
May you have a peaceful Christmas and Holiday season, full of love and reunions.

Feliz Navidad!