‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the boat, Not a locker was stirring, not even the goat, Shift Eng hung her stocking, LCC hung his wreath, ETs reached their limits but stayed just underneath, Mechanics rang Endbells, with a percussion of wrenches, The electricians made jokes at one another’s expenses, And Naval Reactors would tiptoe and creep, And try to catch sailors on watch fast asleep, The drip trays were dry, and the logs all in spec, And the coolant seemed extra content to reflect, The plant seemed so peaceful when down through the hatch, Admiral Hyman came clawing for our joy to dispatch, “Forceful backup, Integrity, Procedural Compliance, Anything less will be willful defiance, You’re out of my program if you can’t match my pace, You losers, you fools, you disgusting disgrace!” But something incredible happened that night, The RC doors opened with a brilliant bright light! The neutrons shot forth with the gammas in tow, And the Engine Room basked in their warmth and their glow, And I swear that I saw (though I fled in a hurry!), The spirit of Love, yes the Queen, Marie Currie, She reached for Rickover, pulled him back to the core, And the RC was sealed, it was peaceful once more,

Though this tale seems unreal, quite a story, such lore! Few would believe what went down by the shore, But at this coveted Duty, the Navy’s NPTU, The sailors all know that this legend is true, And now Christmas is nearing, not a khaki in sight, Sweet dreams you watch standers, kiss your shipmates goodnight!