'Twas the day before Christmas and Jim C. was out,
Sliding about and looking for trout.
The first spot was locked up and he busted his butt,
With a few locals telling him that he was a nut.
As hard as he tried, there wasn't a bite,
But no giving up without a fight.
The solution for this was to head for the coast,
Where in winter the fish often bite most.
A walk through this marsh led to a stream,
Where the brookies were slammin' like it was a dream.
Merry Christmas!