Was Fishmas Eve in Rob's watery realm, where every fish swam, a captain at the helm, stocking hung by the tanks, a festive sight. While Rob's latest project gleamed bright in his smart car, Rob had zipped around town gathering gadgets. Wearing a crown, his tesla a jewel in the moonlit haze. Next to his rat rod, lost in the mechanical maze, he strolled in an aquarium airline, his prize a twinkle of mischief alive in his eyes, Adam jested, a new trick or just a happy spree? Rob's laughed. A secret. Just wait and see. Jimmy, with his vodka, grumbled and moaned. Tech woes and troubles. He endlessly groaned, his mcribs a love affair so deep and skittles a rainbow. He'd happily keep Adam, the father, a spinner of tales, wolf stories of aliens with grand details. But tonight he recalled with a humorous tone the times Rob's catfish made us all groan. In Rob's bathroom, a jar quite quaint housed in a tiny aquarium fit for a saint. But oh, the drama. A tale so bizarre as Rob's catfish devoured his pricey Arowana star. Jimmy chuckled. A costly snack indeed, that catfish of yours. A true gluttonous breed. Rob sighed. A lesson learned, a fortune spent, my arowana God and not a cent left to vend. Back at the tank, the fish swam in glee, witnessing the humans'festive spree. Suddenly in the living room arose such a clatter Adam leapt up, his theories to shatter he dashed to the tank swift as a ray tripped over a wire adding to the fray the moon outside on the snow soft gleam lit up the room a fish keeper's dream. And what to Adam's curious eyes did appear but a mini sleigh and sleigh horse drawing near with a driver so lively, quick as a flame, he knew in a moment it must be St. Finnick's fame. Fast as sharks, his coursers they came. He whistled, shouted, and called them by name. Now, Dasher, now, dancer, now, Prancer and Vixen. On, comet, on, Cupid, on, Donner and Blitzen. To the top of the tank, to the top of the wall. Now dash away, dash away, dash away all like leaves caught in a storm's wild flight they soared to the sky, disappearing from sight up to the housetop, the coursers they flew with a sleighful of treats and St. Finnick too. Then, in a twinkling, Adam heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoop as he drew in his head and was turning around down the chimney St. Finnick came with a bound dressed all in scales from head to foot his clothes all tarnished with algae and soot a bundle of treats he had flung on his back and he looked like a fisherman just opening his pack his eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry his cheeks like roses his nose like a cherry he was chubby and plump a right jolly old elf and Adam laughed when he saw him despite himself with a wink of an eye and a twist of his head soon gave them to know they had nothing to dread he spoke not a word but went straight to his work and he filled all the stockings then turned with a jerk laying a finger aside his nose and giving a nod up the chimney he rose he sprang to his sleigh to his team gave a whistle and away they all flew like the down of a thistle but Adam heard him exclaim ere as he drove out of sight merry fishmas to all and to all a good night.