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Christmas bed time story for the littlest BFT'er - davetclown - 12-19-2005

[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]Twas the night before Christmas and all though the house,[/black][/size][/font]
[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]Not a creature was stirring, not even a Trout.[/black][/size][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]The fly rods were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Salmon season soon would be there;[/black][/size][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]The children were all nestled all snug in their beds[/black][/size][/font]
[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]While visions of Big Mac’s jumped and splashed in their heads.[/black][/size][/font]
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[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]Ma in her hip boots and I in my waders [/black][/size][/font]
[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]Had to settle down and put fishing off till later.[/black][/size][/font]

[font "Times New Roman"][size 3][black]When out on the pond there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the waterbed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash, opened the window and though up the sash
and out of the pond jumped a whopper! A world record Bass.

The moon on the breast of the new-frozen ice
Gave the luster of mid-day to the fishing shanty and bouy was that nice,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, drawn by eight point bucks reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment Old Nick was caring an Orvis Stick..

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[black][size 3]More rapid than eagles claws his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of Big Fish Tackle! To the top of the Fame wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry flies that before the wild roll cast,
When they meet with a Big Fish a wall mount at last,

So up to the smoke house the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of tackle, St. Nicholas and a new trolling rod too.

And then, in a tWinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all garnished with tackle and snooks;

A bundle of crank baits he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they tWinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like red bobbers, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a flipped rainbow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a bloodknot he held tight in his teeth,
And the whip of his fly line it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. [/size][/black]
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He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A Wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know the bluegills were on their beds;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; fish bait and hooks,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a casting rod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a damselfly thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-bite."[/size][/black]

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