In the annual Gazette Christmas poem Santa finds something in his sack for almost everyone.

Cruising around

in the pre-Christmas sky

St. Nick and his reindeer always fly

Over the waters of Vineyard Sound,

Over the ocean where the waves pound,

Over the bluffs and the cliffs and the sand

Of Martha’s Vineyard, seeking to land

Editor's Note: Each year, editor Phyllis Meras creates a Christmas poem for the Vineyard.

West Tisbury’s Mill Pond was all white;
The snow on the cattails a pretty sight.
The mallards were swimming up and down.

At the Animal Shelter of MV
The dogs were barking with great glee,
And the cats were purring to beat the band,

In Tisbury town on Church street,
the traffic all was stuck
So those who’d gone on shopping sprees
were clearly out of luck.