Merry Christmas

Fishing Stories

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house

not a creature was stirring, not even a moss mouse;

The rods were hung in their racks with great care,

In hopes that next spring soon would soon be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

while visions of new crankbaits danced in their heads;

And Ma in her 'kerchief, and I in my Bass Cap,

had just settled in for a long winters' nap,

When out on the pond, there arose such a splatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, I flew like a flash,

tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

gave the luster of mid-day on the bass down below,

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

but a miniature Ranger all packed full of gear.

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick!

More rapid than Rat-L-Traps his courses they came,

as he whistled and shouted and pulled out his baits;

Now ZIPPER! Now JJ's! Now RAGETAIL, and JITTERBUG!

On POP-R! On SPINNERBAIT! On SENKO and MUDBUG!

To the back of the pads, where the big bass will fall;

now cast away, cast away, cast away all!

A variation of the story "Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas."

by Clement Clarke Moore (1779-1863)