Twas the night b-4 Christmas and...

All threw the house
not a creature was stirring
not even my spouse…

Ok folks lets have some fun, help me finish this…:wink:

All the fly lines were cleaned
And stored in the closet with care
In dreams of big brookies
When spring is finally here

With my rod in the truck
And my waders in back
I drove to the stream
And I never looked back…

The stream bank was covered in ice and in snow
I gingerly waded into the water below
Then spinning and twirling as quick as a flash
One little mis-step results in a splash

I’m up to my neck, feel like an ice cube
And looking around for something to use
To get me out of this creek real quick
when up to the bank strolled Ol’ Saint Nick

he sent good elf Grubb
who extended his hand
ol’ tuber was saved
next time he’ll use a staff

Mikey

At the edge of the water St Nick did kneel
He took my rod and my reel and my kreel
He grabbed me by the hand
And told me to stand
Together we pulled me back to the land

Feathers, thread, olive chenille too
In every color of the rainbow, that is except blue.
Red and green flies covered the room,
In hopes that Santa would drop by soon.

A quick change of clothes
and back on the stream
the fly lands ever so gently
the drift on the seam…

Up from the depths
a huge shadow arose
a thirty inch trout
the fly at his nose…

I awoke from the dream
all covered in sweat
nary a fish to be seen
and none in my net

I held a deep breath
not daring to hope.
He stared at it, glared at it
Will he say “nope”?

I couldn’t believe it. My what a surprise!
He sipped it, he gulped it, there before my eyes!!
Line flew through my fingers, the backing appeared,
Can I check him? Can I turn Him? I’m getting scared!

He ran and he ran the length of the run
Oh golly by golly is this great fun
I turned him then and he came my way
I’m reeling like mad so he won’t turn away

He tired out quickly this twenty inch 'bow
I had him to hand, but wouldn’t you know
One final tug, one final leap
He spit out the hook, left my line in a heap

With a flick of the tail and a turn of the fin
To the depths of his hole the old trout did swim
As I watched him glide off it seemed that he said
You’ll awake in the morning all snug in your bed

To find this was a dream
that was all meant to be,
so hurry go quick!
See whats under the tree?

And there on bended knee,
to my complete surprise,
as I peered under the tree,
I saw a new bunch of flies.

Left there by old Saint Nick,
th house was still quiet,
So I gathered them quick,
and ran off in the night.

as my spouse scrambled out of bed
with a terrible fright

as my spouse scrambled out of bed
with a terrible fright


as she realized as I had gone,
to summer in a far away land,
a land called Australia,

gone had the cold and snow,
to a welcomed sunshine and
fishing again.

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It is 7.09pm here on the Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia as I write this message of a Merry Christmas to you, And all the people of the World.
The present temp here is 28 degrees C or about 81degrees F.

Please enjoy your snow and ice, as I don’t want it… :smiley:

She hovered above me
turning day back to night
With one flick of her hand
She whipped out a can
And gingerly I opened it
Yum, the smell of Spam
She said 'Merry Christmas;
and thanks to your mates
For I have a list or requirements,
From mending the gate and
Cutting the grass; to washing and ironing!"
I panicked and ran
As far as I dared go
All the way to the streamside
Where not so long, I know
The trout had sipped fireflies
Then sank back below…

All the way to the streamside
Where not so long, I know
The trout had sipped fireflies
Then sank back below…


Down below,
Down below my heart sank,
Sank to where hearts nolong go,
Down below the depths of despair,
Despair of where my future would go,

Gone has my future,
Gone to where the fish go,
Gone to the future,
Gone to where the future holds no love or care,
Gone as the spring melts the snow,
Gone as the winter destroys the warmth of summer,
Gone to a new land,
Gone to an endless summer,
A summer that never ends,
A summer that is as warm as a loving heart,
A summer that cares like a women,
Cares for love,
Cares for the wee fish of the Earth,

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I must be nuts writing this stuff…

UB