Here is the 1st part of a Christmas poem found in BoneFish On The Brain.
Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the bay
Not a creature was stirring, not even a ray.
The rods were all strung up and rigged up with care
In the hopes that a bonefish, soon would be there.
The crabs were all nestled all snug in their holes
And the flat was empty, devoid of other souls.