VICTORY CHIMES

Ship's Log

Holiday Edition

Season's Greetings!

 

A quick holiday hello to our growing group of newsletter folks.

 

Being on land this time of year gives us a chance to enjoy the area differently than our windjamming ways of summer.

 

Nothing says "Maine" like going into the woods to get your own Christmas Tree.

 

And nothing says you have a cat like getting a "tree" she won't be tempted to climb in and topple. 

 

Charlie Brown would be proud. 

For the Daydreamers and Flop Dawdlers

If you're like us, once the wrapping paper is all over the floor and you've FaceTimed with far friends, you flop onto the couch for some good dawdling and daydreaming.

 

A nice place to gawk and dawdle is our website. We've redone the homepage and stuffed it with more information and videos, and even some "easter eggs" hidden here and there. Just click on stuff like logos or graphics - you might find one!

 
Check It Out!

Love For Sail

In our next newsletter, some time in the deep of winter, we'll be able to show pictures of our sailmaking project. 

 

The ship needs a new set of sails. 2020 hit hard. We've got a GoFundMe campaign going.

 

Please donate if you can. We'll be starting on the project in the new year.

 

 

 
See The Campaign

Based on a True Story

’Twas the night before Christmas,

when along the whole wharf,

not a sailor was stirring,

‘cause it’s winter of course.

 

The ships were downrigged, in the cove with great care,

in hopes that no storms could get at them there.

 

The crews were nestled, all home in their beds,

while visions of windjamming danced in their heads.

 

When, out on the pier, there arose such a clatter,

a man stood in overalls, now hot chocolate spattered.

 

It was Sam, coming to check things out,

he’d stumbled on a line and let out a shout.

 

It was then he saw somebody up on the ship,

they’d been startled when that line had made Sam trip.

 

Sam got a quick look, the guy seemed dressed in all fur!

but the light wasn’t good, so he couldn’t be sure.

 

“Hey bud, you know that’s my ship!”

The guy turned and held a hushing finger to his lip.

 

Then the guy sprang off the pier, into a yawl boat of red,

shoved off right quick as into the night he fled.

 

But Sam heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

 

Nothing was taken, when Sam went and checked therein,

but he found a fancy wrapped bottle aboard, and the label said “wind.”

This cozy holiday scene was taken a few days ago by our friend Daniel Bookham

To our followers, friends, guests and fans - have a lovely holiday and a great start to the new year!

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