Christmas on a Pontoon 2025

                                                         🎄 Christmas Day on the Pontoon



Christmas at home this year… what a concept.

I was not thrilled. No big adventure, not even a tiny one. I’m not afraid of flying — I’m afraid of flying on small planes that need repairs “signed off on” instead of actually fixed. (That blog is below. Buckle up.)

I put the tree up in October, stockings hung, the whole house looking like a Hallmark movie… but no adventure in sight.

My smoked turkey was thawed, gifts wrapped, stockings filled, cards sent — and still nothing planned for Christmas Day. I even invited Marvin and his new bride Rhonda over for dinner. They had “better plans.” Well thanks a lot. At least pretend to invite me. They did not.

Then Monday rolls around and Marvin calls:

“Plans changed. Wanna bring that Christmas dinner on the pontoon? It’s going to be 80 degrees on Keystone Lake!!”

EIGHTY. DEGREES.

On Christmas.

In Oklahoma.

You can’t make this stuff up.

So I swapped the mashed potatoes for pasta salad, Rhonda brought potato salad, and the green beans and corn magically transformed into a fresh veggie platter. We still brought canned cranberry sauce and hot rolls because we are not animals.

I grabbed my little Christmas tree — the one with battery lights — and off we went.

We got to the lake and unloaded the back of my car into the boat. It looked like we were moving. Honestly, we kinda were.

Once we got out on the water, everything was perfect. Marvin set up a big table, and I went full “holiday engineer.” I double‑taped the tablecloth down, taped the tree to the deck, taped the dishes to the tablecloth, taped the plates, napkins, and even the plastic bag of silverware. If it wasn’t breathing, it was taped. That Oklahoma wind was not about to steal my Christmas dinner.

It was fantastic — fresh air, sunshine, and yes, I wore my Christmas jumpsuit dress. Sleeveless. I brought a jacket but it was so warm I nearly took it off. In December. In Tulsa. Wild.

Dinner was delicious, pictures were taken, and of course we forgot to get one with Marvin — the actual captain of this floating Christmas miracle. Oh well.

Everything went smoothly… until we headed back and the tree decided to take a dramatic nose dive straight into the whipped cream dessert. It came up looking like it had survived a blizzard on only one side. Very fashionable. Very runway.

And honestly?

I think this might be our new Christmas tradition.

We posted pictures on Facebook and now half of the family wants to join us next year — even if it’s snowing.

At this point, I say the more the merrier. Just bring lots of double sided tape.

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