"A fisherman's version of "Twas the Night Before Christmas"

Twas the night before Christmas, when out on the lake
All the Bass were a studying all the lures not to take. 
The Chug Bugs, the Senkos, the spinner baits 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 ones, danced about in my head. 
A cast to some stickups, a cast to some weed 
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 ones the little ones the lunkers I fought. 
Their eyes were like saucers, as they listened with glee 
But there 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. 

George & Scott Welcome 
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