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Here is a poem I hope all enjoy.... credit to " water wolf" from Saskatchewan...

A Fisherman's Night Before Christmas

`Twas the night before Christmas and all through our house,
Not a creature was stirring (well, maybe a couple of box elder
bugs and a mouse).
Our stocking were thrown in a pile by the chair,
In hopes that the cleaning lady soon would be there.

The T.V. was turned off - an unusual scene,
(Visions of sports danced no more on the screen).
And Linda in her flannel and Rick in his shorts,
Had just settled down with some sighs and some snorts.

When out on the lawn there arose such a commotion,
Rick sprang from his bed (and sprained his back in the
"What can THAT be- it must be some kids,
Driving over our lawn and making those skids!"

Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tripped over his shoes and fell into the trash.
He picked himself up and he peered through the pane,
(After uttering comments both base and profane).

The beam of his flashlight held tight in his fist,
Made the glare of a spotlight that couldn't be missed.
And what to his wondering eyes should amass,
But a miniature boat pulled by eight large-mouth bass!

With a little old angler, a professional caster,
He knew in a moment it must be the Bass Master.
More rapid than eelpout his coursers they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

"Now, Swimmer! Now, Striper! Now, Splasher and Finner!
On, Neptune! On, Poseidon! On, Mermaid and Dinner!
Take a left at that truck and a right at the wall,
Now splash away, splash away, splash away all!"

Rick rubbed his eyes as he took in the sight,
Of this spectacle gaining in speed and in height.
Up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With a boat full of lures- and the Bass Master too!

And then in a twinkling Rick heard it begin-
The flopping and the slapping of tail and of fin.
As he drew in his head and was turning around,
Down the chimney the Bass Master came with a bound.

From his head to his foot he was dressed all in khaki,
(To tell you the truth, he looked slightly tacky).
A net full of gear he'd slung over his one shoulder,
"He reminds me of me", thought Rick, "only older".

His eyes how they darted! His pimples, how merry!
His cheeks like Four Roses, his nose slightly hairy.
His wry little mouth was drawn up in a grin,
And a bushy grey beard jutted out from his chin.

The stub of a cigarette was part of his charm,
And the smoke it emitted almost set off the alarm.
He had a broad face and a little beer gut,
That shook when he laughed while inspecting out hut.

The odd little hat that was perched on his head,
Was stuck full of lures that were yellow and red.
The cheerful old guy with his hip waders and gear,
Soon gave Rick to know he had nothing to fear.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Filled all the tackle boxes, then turned with a jerk,
And pulling his finger from out of his nose,
Flicked a booger on Rick, then up he arose.

And giving a nod, gave a whistle to his team.
And away they all swam, like a trout up a stream.
But Rick heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,


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Remember this version?You will if you've been on the forums for a few years :lol: Here's a twisted version for all to ponder!! :rolleyes: :

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Lodge,
Not a creature was stirring ,Not even Thriller’s Dodge.

Princess B’s stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that poor Deej won’t singe off his hair.
Cory and Stevie were nestled all snug in their beds,
In hope that the Crappie will bite on their leads.

Mountain Mama in her kerchief and Grump in his cap
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter
I jumped out of bed to see if Ac again fell from the ladder.
I opened my window, and not to my surprise
There was Ryan and Dman with some Sumo Walleyes.

With the moon shining bright Big Brothers mug on the glow
It was almost like midday for the objects below.
When what, to my wandering eyes should appear.
I thought I saw Deeker trying to harvest a deer.

With a little old driver so lively and quick
I knew in a moment , it must be Sir Rig.
Faster than Ash’s Jiffy, his coursers they came.
He whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Aaron! Now Boatless ! Now Tigger and Flitz .
On Deeker, On Topcat, on Tip Up Watch out for the Spitz!

To the top of the porch ,To the top of the wall
Now dash away quick …Ac’s Gonna fall!

And Then, a tinkling, that came from aloof.
I heard Mc yell, Don’t pee on the roof!
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the Chimney, Ac came with a Bound.

His eyes were beet red, His dimples so merry
His cheeks were so windburnt, his nose like a cherry!
The drool from his mouth, came out with a flow
The fishies are biting , don’t ask how I know.

He sprang to his sleigh and he called them by name,
And away they all flew, like the flame of propane!
I did hear him say as he blew out the light.

“Merry Fishmas to all and to all a good bite!”

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Discussion Starter · #5 ·
I had never seen that version Andy!

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