'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ice fishing shelter,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a minnow;
The rods were all sitting by the ice holes with care,
In hopes that a walleye soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their parkas,
While visions of crappies danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my fur cap,
Had just got to fishing a new spot on the map,
When down through the hole my bobber plunged like a stone,
I grabbed for the rod and heard my reel groan.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a 30 inch walleye, hooked in the rear,
Since he was foul hooked he was lively and quick,
I knew a good capture would be a real trick.
I stuck in my hand, and pulled up the fish,
I finally had gotten my holiday wish.
He was golden in color, from his head to his tail,
We snapped a quick photo, he's not bound for the pail.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the spot on his tail was as white as the snow;
The end of my thumb he held tight in his teeth,
It hurt quite a bit and I let out a shriek.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
I lowered him back to the hole for release,
And he slid from my hands as if he'd been greased.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he swam out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and keep your lines tight."
Here's the link got to give credit to where it's due
http://tomuehling.com/christmas/
