Not a creature was stirring, not even a croc.
The garlands, all hung by the skippers with care
Would be subject to all the bad puns one could bear.
The natives, all nestled in their jungle-y beds
Each wishing for one of Sam's famed shrunken heads.
And the wildlife, all plucked from the ends of the map,
Had gotten entangled in festive yuletide wrap.
So on this Christmas Eve, I hope that you settle down and rest,
And be thankful your holiday hasn't been a Jingle Cruise mess!
|The quiet beauty of the Jingle Cruise.|
|Baymax and the Jingle Cruise dock.|
|Detail at the entrance sign.|