It was the day before Christmas as I snuck through my house
grabbing my fishing stuff as quiet as a mouse.
My fishing buddy was waiting as I closed the door with care,
we were both excited about the good time we would share.
My wife was nestled all snug in her bed
while a vision of a lunker danced in my head.
We got to the lake as the sun started to rise,
unloaded the boat and stared at the sky.
What a great day to catch a big mess of fish.
The good Lord had granted me my Christmas wish.
Away from the dock we flew like a flash,
we were both in a hurry to catch a big bass.
We tied to a tree and started to rig,
trying to decide on spinners or jig and pig.
When what to our eyes should appear
but a bass boat pulled by eight reindeer.
The driver, dressed in red, was lively and quick;
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
As we set there staring he made a great cast,
then let his bait settle and reeled it back fast.
When out of the deep the monster did come,
it swallowed the hook and started to run.
But, the jolly old man had done this before
and he fought that fish until it couldn’t run anymore.
He won the battle and let out a big Ho, Ho, Ho,
then released the fish and told it to go.
He then turned to us and said, “Times a wastin’,
I would like to stay but I really must hasten.”
I heard him exclaim as he left on his mission,
“Merry Christmas to all and good luck fishin’!”
– Larry Whiteley