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Nowhere to hide! Santa is miffed, I messed up his ride.

Third in the series. As if one wasn’t enough. From “Another Hundred Hints Of Mythic Catfish Existence”.

 

“They stuck on these whiskers and pinned mine down flat!

They stuffed me in britches, this red shirt, coat and hat,

then swiftly whisked me to where a big red sleigh sat

and stiffly insisted I’d “make good headway in that”.

 

“Chewed up the test course! Clocked off the display!

New magic dust source, stocked near the meter array.

When the reindeer get tired, there’s new nitrous spray.”

“And if I’m a fish?” “Just don’t ruin reindeer or sleigh”.

 

I took up those straps, “Let this sky swim begin!”

Shook loose a few Ho Ho laughs and went Christmas tree trimmin’.

Cranberry Christmas! I think my eighth worldwide swim,

I remembered, “Merry Fish Wish to all and to all a great grin!…

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    • I make wakes in snow, swim the Borealis light show. Though in no hurry to go out in the frozen sub zero. I’ll not wait for Spring, it’s a mindlessness thing as daylight is lengthening more of outdoor, I’ll sing.

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