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'Twas the night before late season and all through the woods, not a creature was stirring, not even a......squirrel.
My blind was brushed in with care, with hopes that deer would soon be there.

The archery hunters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of pope and young bucks danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I looked to see what was the matter.
Away to my blind I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The sun on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a herd of 8 deer. .

With a big old buck, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be the one I saw in the trail cam pic. More rapid than eagles he came,
And he wheezed and grunted at them, and I knew each by name.

Now There's whitey, there's bullwinkle, there's Wally, and there's Lucky. On Forks, on mcrib, on spikey, and on Random bucky. Don't dash away, don't dash away all!

As dry leaves that before my arrow did fly. Double lunged blood on top of the snow did lie.
I then met with the taxidermist, shoulder mount for my wall. I was worried what the wife would think of it all. So to the house-to my man cave I did fly.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the above floor a beat.
The prancing and pawing of my wife's little feet.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the stairs my wife came with a bound.

She was dressed all in fur, from her head to her foot.
Her clothes not covered in soot.

Her eyes-how they twinkled! her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on her head was as perfect as you all know.

The stump of my cigar I held tight in my teeth,
And the smoke it encircled my head like a wreath.
My broad face and round belly,
That shook when I laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

My wife the pretty little elf. And I laughed when She saw me, in spite of herself.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And hung the deer head, and then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, up the stairs she rose!

She sprang to her car, to our kids she gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove to the mall.
"Happy Late Season to all, and to all a good-night!"
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"Oh and by the way there is honey do list on the refrigerator now that you have tagged out!"
 
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