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Wishing You a FisheyChristmas
(With apologies toClement Clarke Moore)
T'was the Night before Christmas, when all through the Fish Box
In hopes that little ol’ St. Nickintex wouldn’t be there.
The board members were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of tropheus danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on
the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my
wondering eyes should appear,
But an ADG sleigh, with eight fish buffs, oh dear!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be ol’ Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by
name;
"Now, Loretta! now, Steve! now, Taipan and Tim! On, Delock! on Jesper! on, Geoff and Cesar!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the mall! Now swim away! swim away! swim away all!"
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Ol Nickintex too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and fawning of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Ol Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in faux fur, from his head to his foot, And his fake Rolex was tarnished with
soot;
A bundle of gifts he had flung on his back, And he looked like a trans shipper just opening
his pack.
His eyes -- how they glowed! his dimples how many! His cheeks were like roses, his nose
like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up in a lear, While the beard on his chin stank with spilled beer;
The stump of a crack pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke 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.
He was slick , that chap, all in love with himself, But 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 we had everything to dread; He
spoke not a word, but stumbled to his work, He emptied all the stockings; Oh, watta a jerk,
He gathered all his loot, Andthen laying his finger aside of his nose, And sniffing a line, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to the sled, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY Fish Keeping TO ALL, AND BOY, I HAD A GOOD-NIGHT."
Merry Christmas and a Healthy, Happy New Year to ALL!!!
Heidi and Roy
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