Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The battens were hung in the boat with such care, In hopes that the sprayers soon would be there;
The builders were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Lorimar sailed in their heads.
When down at the workshops there arose such a clatter, they sprang from their beds to see what the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The spray foamers are here they shouted with glee,
to make Lorimar warm and cozeeeeee!
In a flash they started with only one motto,
we're experts at turning your boat into a grotto.