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Christmas aboard Rona II !

Today, the most festive of holidays was celebrated on the vessel Rona II,
along with the birthday of watch officer Nathan Meager. Funnily enough, this
is the first time that Nathan's birthday has been celebrated in unison with
Yuletide. To get everyone in the Christmas spirit, a cardboard Christmas
tree was created and duct taped to the mast. Mistletoe was also devised out
of slightly inflated white balloons and paper leaves, after the genius idea
from Will Davies, who quickly realised his tactical error. The Mongols on
Mother watch have been slaving away since 0500 local time to bring the crew
a delicious five course roast dinner - yes, really!

Crew member Harry Normanton managed to smuggle the most delicious birthday
cake onboard to share with everyone on Christmas day; which was baked by his
loving granddad. The cake was carefully converted into a birthday cake, now
reading "Happy 40th Birthday Nathan." Thirty-nine year old Nathan had very
mixed emotions about this.

Today's present for everyone on board was for the highly anticipated
"mystery box", packed and sealed by the campaign's food committee more than
six months ago, to be opened. The crew were not disappointed with the
contents, which ranged from sunglasses to glow-in-the-dark friendship
bracelets, a vast amount of sweets, chocolate and even pate. However, none
of the prizes compared to the jar of lemon curd which has become an absolute
requirement of every "mystery box" and a legend among Rona Sailing Project
race alumni. Nathan also received a couple of gifts from his wife and
children, one of which being a toy boat, which everyone thought was awesome.

To finish off the day, the Mongols gave a slightly less-than entirely
accurate* interpretation of the Nativity story, in classic play form. The
performance was very well received by the other watches, and the final
display was recorded by multiple crew members.

*The Rona Sailing Project does not agree with any statements made, nor admit
any connection to any of the actors, and nor would they like to be
associated with it in any way!

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