[Killietalk] 'Twas the night before Christmas, Fish style

[Jeffcanbefound at aol_com]

'Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa was  humming,
The fish were excited,'Twas the night before Christmas, and Santa  was 
humming,
The fish were excited, one even was humming;
The fry were all  snuggled in their watery beds . . .
While visions of brine shrimp swam in  their heads;
The Cabomba was trimmed and sparkled just right;
Of course  the Neons you know, provided the light;
The colorful ornaments--green, red  and gold
Green Swordtails, red platies, and goldfish we're told;
A big  Silver Angel graced the top of the tree,
It was the prettiest "Fishmas" tree  even could be.
And then on the tank top there arose such a clatter . .  .
The fish swam 'round to see what was the matter.
Someone was coming,  they could tell by the sound--
Then down the filter tube came Santa with a  bound!
The stump of a snorkel held tight in his teeth,
And the bubbles  encircled his head like a wreath.
In his furry red wet suit he swam to the  tree,
And opened his pack for the fishes to see;
A new hollowed log for  the fry to play tag,
Was the very first gift he pulled from his bag;
Cans  of flake food were next, brine shrimp and squid,
And a bubbling treasure  chest, with the fluttering lid;
New colored gravel, a large piece of  slate,
It was obvious now the angels would mate.
Santa hadn't forgotten  them . . . He'd filled every wish,
He'd remember each item they put on his  list.
Then laying a finger aside his air hose . . .
And giving a nod, up  the tube he arose;
But they heard him exclaim as he hopped in his sled . .  .
Maybe next year I'll bring them a 55 gallon instead!

Merry  Christmas!
one even was humming;
The fry were all snuggled in their  watery beds . . .
While visions of brine shrimp swam in their heads;
The  Cabomba was trimmed and sparkled just right;
Of course the Neons you know,  provided the light;
The colorful ornaments--green, red and gold
Green  Swordtails, red platies, and goldfish we're told;
A big Silver Angel graced  the top of the tree,
It was the prettiest "Fishmas" tree even could  be.
And then on the tank top there arose such a clatter . . .
The fish  swam 'round to see what was the matter.
Someone was coming, they could tell  by the sound--
Then down the filter tube came Santa with a bound!
The  stump of a snorkel held tight in his teeth,
And the bubbles encircled his  head like a wreath.
In his furry red wet suit he swam to the tree,
And  opened his pack for the fishes to see;
A new hollowed log for the fry to play  tag,
Was the very first gift he pulled from his bag;
Cans of flake food  were next, brine shrimp and squid,
And a bubbling treasure chest, with the  fluttering lid;
New colored gravel, a large piece of slate,
It was obvious  now the angels would mate.
Santa hadn't forgotten them . . . He'd filled  every wish,
He'd remember each item they put on his list.
Then laying a  finger aside his air hose . . .
And giving a nod, up the tube he  arose;
But they heard him exclaim as he hopped in his sled . . .
Maybe  next year I'll bring them a 55 gallon instead!

Merry  Christmas!

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