‘Twas the night before Christmas and all across the lake
Only two ducks were still stirring, a hen and a drake.
The yo-yo’s were hung on the boat dock with care,
In hopes some big crappie would soon swim up there;
The coots were nestled all snug by the shore,
They were there by the dozens; three, no… maybe four;
Mamma in her sweatshirt and I in my BnM cap,
Threw the ball to the puppy (when he wasn’t on our lap).
When out on the boat dock there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet like eating a big seafood platter.
Away to the back porch I flew like a flash,
And saw one of the yo-yo’s with a big fish: splash, splash.
The moon on the crest of the slow rolling waves
Shined on a giant white perch that would make anyone rave.
When, what to my wondering eyes did I fix,
But a whole bunch of crappie – four, five, no… now six!
But I stopped in my tracks from walking so quick,
There in a big cypress pirogue sat jolly St. Nick!
His little log boat moved to the dock just the same,
Pulled by eight big fish that he all called by name:
“Now, CATFISH! now, BREAM, now LARGEMOUTH BASS!
On, SHINER! on CRAPPIE! on CARP of the grass!
Go empty those yo-yo’s. Now get on the ball….
Now swim away, swim away, swim away all!
It was truly a sight fit for the good D’Arbonne Life
That put big smiles on the faces of me and the wife.
They flew in a circle then came down from the blue
With the boat full of presents and old St. Nicholas, too.
And then, in a twinkling, like something from a wish
I heard splishing and splashing from each of his fish.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Across the screen porch St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He dressed in red plaid flannel with green camo boots
His clothes covered with moss just like those old coots.
He said with a smile, “Sorry, I turned loose your fish”
But it’s Christmas for them too, and it was their wish.
His eyes — how they twinkled! It was such a sight
Like a fresh opened bottle of chartreuse glitter Crappie bites.
I wasn’t really sure what he was fixing to do
With that big old beard white as a 48-quart Igloo.
He looked first to the left, and then to the right
He smiled at the viennas and cheese we had left for his flight.
He stood tall as he walked, you might say that he swaggers
Even with a belly that shook like black grape Jelly Wagglers.
He was chubby and plump, like my old fishing buddy,
And I laughed out loud though his old boots were all muddy.
Then I saw on his back a big sack of fish bait,
To catch fish plenty of fish, if I could just wait!
He spoke not a word; put them under the tree,
Road Runners, Bandits, Rat-L-Traps and Balsa B;
A new minnow bucket and a new rod and reel,
Now I’d be able to catch us plenty a meal!
Then he sprang to his pirogue, to his fish gave a holler,
And headed across the lake but he said, “Now don’t you follow”
They splashed down the channel, down the boat lane to the right,
And called out with a jolly laugh,
“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, And to all a good night!
Folks, we’ll be taking our annual Christmas break and we’ll be back with you on Monday, January 4. Take care and have a Blessed Christmas Season!
An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.”