Christmas Dreams

[donwinn]

It was Christmas Eve and as I slid into bed
With visions of jumping rainbow in my head
I tried to fall asleep but I just turn and toss
Thinking of that new reel made by Ross
My mind moves far west to Rock Creek
Where it is big browns my dry flies seek
My casting loops are long and very tight
The new Winston BIIIx fits my cast just right
Then suddenly Sockeye salmon is what I see
In a clear stream of Alaska right in front of me
The gift from my wife, most cherished of the day
An all expensed paid fishing trip to Bristol Bay
And swinging the fly I felt a strong sudden tug
It must be a thirty pound salmon hitting my bug
Then, just as sudden as that tug on my fly line
I heard a loud voice that ended my joyful recline
Don, get out of bed and take out your dog
I climbed out of bed still in a slight state of fog
Put on my slippers and moved to the door
Knowing my night was over, sleeping no more
I went out in the cold, the sharp wind in my face
Trying to understand how I got back to this place
As I came back in I looked at the Christmas tree
It seemed lonely and empty not one present to see
It was only a dream I realized rubbing my hair
No, I got none of that stuff, not a dream – a Christmas Nightmare

May all your Christmas dreams come true