By George Welcome
'Twas the night before Christmas, when out on the lake,
'Twas the night before Christmas, when out on the lake,
All the bass were a studyin' all the lures not to take,
The Chug Bugs, the Senkos, the spinnerbaits, too,
Were some to look out for, these but a few.
While back at my house, I was snuggled in bed,
As visions of big 'uns danced in my head,
A cast to some stickups, a cast to some weeds,
Produced bass after bass, it was a Mecca indeed.
I arose in the morning, tree lights twinkling bright,
My eyes full of dream dust, I was quite a sight,
I gathered the family and sat them down near,
For the tale of the bass trip, I wanted all them to hear.
I regaled them quickly, with all that I caught,
The big 'uns, the little ones, the lunkers I fought,
Their eyes were like saucers, as they listened with glee,
But their thoughts were on presents beneath our great tree.
As I finished my tale, I heard from my wife,
"Merry Christmas dear family,
And George, get a life."
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