Twas the night before christmas-
 

Twas the night before christmas and all through the cave
not a plug was spinning.. not even the lathe-

The lures were hung by the rafters with care
with hopes that saint Eben soon would be there

The Bassmasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Surf howdes danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'waders, and I in my hipboots,

Had just settled down for a long winter's roll playing,

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 like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

Only to see my cave along with my stash

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of envirotex to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,


But a miniature sandsled, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, who smelled like bass heaven,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Eben.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Danny! now, Pikie! now, Flaptail and Spook!

On, Needle! on Popper! on, Pencil and Darter, you fook!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of Plugs, and St. Eben too.


And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Eben came with a bound.

He was dressed all in Aquaskins, from his head to his foot,

And his Plugbag was tarnished with Salt and soot;

A bundle of plugs he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

Then he said to me as loud as can be...

I've come for your plugs, And Just so you know........

Some call me a fisher, Some Call me a Hoe...

I took him to the cave and gave him a hug....


and all he left me was one lousy plug...

He Hoed all my Lures, my hooks, and my tools

I chased him through the night like an April Fools..

He sprang to his sled, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.


But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Hoe-ing to all, and to all a good-night."

:claps: :claps: :laughs: :bgi: :soon:

Santa's a ho?! :laughs:

Re: Twas the night before christmas-
 

Very afraid...

:laughs:

-spence

Eben that was great. How long did that take?

Gimme a christmas plug and I will tell ya :devil:

HOE HOE HOE :happy:

:)

nice:happy: :happy:

You'll poke your eye out, kid....

That or he'll stab his finger.

Merry Christmas everyone.

:laughs:

:claps: :claps: :claps: :claps: :wavey: Thats great Eben. I'll send ya a Christmas plug.

That's some reeel talent you got there E. You just earned madness propnsess.

What's a fook Bilbo? Is that an eating utensil from the shire?

THAT WAS GREAT:happy:

thanks guys... i'm having a great christmas today :hee:

:D
Man, you need to go fishing

That was awesome.

holiday bump :D

that was good !

Merry Christmas

VB

Christmas in P-Town?

Merry x-mas St. Eben.

Nebe:
You either have way to much time on your hand or you should start chasing those holdovers you talk about.

:happy: :jump: :hihi:

when your as brilliant as me, things like this come very quickly. :hihi:

it's official
 

winter madness has definately set in.....


well done Eben... :hihi:

:cheers: :kewl: :btu: :claps: :claps:

Bernzy

Nice!
 

:cheers:

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Excellent poem, Sounds vaguely familiar ;) The Rhode Island Poppers Family: Armand, Iris, Renee', Marcel, Andre', Jacques and Pierre' would like to wish all of you here a very Blessed Christmas and wonderful healthy New Year. We would like to thank all of you for your support in 2005. Great things are ahead for the RIPopper family and all of you too I hope. Remember Christmas begins with Christ.

lol! Nice job!

Great job BTW. Merry Christmas to you Campbell and Woody

way to funny:hihi: :jump1: :jump:

same to you paul :D

Here's a DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM.

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.

Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.

My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.

The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.

A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"

For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light.
Then he sighed and he said "It's really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.

My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.

Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.

"I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother...
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?"
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.

WE ALL NEED TO PRAY FOR OUR MILITARY PERSONNEL EVERY NIGHT!

Thanks much for that one, It brings a tear to my eye.

Twas the week before Christmas when all through the night
Not a damn thing was swimming, I had not a bite

The plugs were all cast tight to structure with care,
In hopes that one last monster cow would be there;

Those with a stitch of sanity were home snug in bed,
Only crazy die-hard surfcasters were tired, cold and wet;

And I in my neoprenes and CSA cap,
Would have been better off with an eight-hour nap;

When out on the water was the sound of a splatter,
I leaned my rod back, and I swung like a batter;

Away flew my plug toward that distant splash,
My bail shut, my line broke, and it cost me some cash;

I tied on a new plug as along came a breeze,
And my shivering fingers continued to freeze;

I slipped on a rock and fell in with a splat,
Soaking wet from my Korkers right up to my hat;

Got a hook thru’ my waders, which sprung a nice leak,
And the end of the season was looking quite bleak;

I gave up, drove back home, and I crawled into bed,
My shivering woke up my wife, who sleeps like the dead;

She said “you’re obsessed” and then “it serves you right”,
“Thank God it’s the end of the season…good night”.

She thinks the next few months bring reprieve from my fishing,
But I know and you know that’s just foolish wishing;

There are plugs to repaint and hooks to replace,
Tackle in the basement, strewn all over the place;

Reels to grease, rods to wrap, plugs to turn, line to wind,
Leaky waders to patch, and some dull hooks to grind;

I’ll be out buying tackle, and of course tying flies,
And on surfcasting websites reading good advice and lies;

But…for the next couple nights I’ll just play the game,
Do the Holiday thing, and convince her I’m sane;

Do some minimal housework and rack up brownie points,
While I recover from the fall run, healing muscles and joints;

Work on saving my marriage, prevent a divorce,
Or a fishing tackle tag sale…
Which would be even worse…

While anxiously waiting for that first warm spring breeze,
And the water temp to reach that magic 45 degrees;

And the stripers again have control of the night,
While we search and we cast, and we wait for the bite;

But for now I wish you, ‘cause the timing is right,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

- George Baldwin

:rotf3: the crown has been passed to baldwin :kewl:

Absolutely Marvelous Baldwin. THANKS for you efforts. I owe you a plug for that one. You made me laugh. :buds: