10-29-2019, 06:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-11-2019, 03:19 PM by Fordhammer.)
‘Twas the night before Spookmas, and all through the League,
Not a Butcher was stirring, not even TB.
The pumpkins were carved by the LRs with care,
In the hope that BigRed soon would be there.
The Yeti were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of candy corn danced in their heads.
And Jiggly in her kerchief, and AdamS in his cap,
We had all hung our cleats for a long autumn's nap;
When out on the gridiron, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.
Onto to the field I ran in a dash
Tore up the turf, like Gump and like Flash.
The lights on the swell of the billowing mist
Cast shadows of midnight that would not desist.
When what with my wondering eyes do I place
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Wraiths.
With an undead old driver with plenty of cred,
I knew in a moment it must be BigRed.
More rapid than Hawks his players they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
“Now, Leonard! Now, Marshall! Now, Lewis! Now, Canton!
On, Leaf! On, Bigsby! On, Snuggles and Grithead!
To the top of the pressbox, to the top of the wall!
Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away! All!”
So up to the stadium, the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of TPE, and BigRed, too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each cleated hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Over the barrier came BigRed with a bound.
He was dressed all in black from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with cobwebs and soot;
A bundle of TPE he had flung on his back,
He looked like an Outlaw just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples, how scary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like Mo Berry;
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had so much to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled all the lockers then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up up he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a holler,
And away they all flew, like the down of an Otter;
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Spookmas to all, and to all a good fright!”
Not a Butcher was stirring, not even TB.
The pumpkins were carved by the LRs with care,
In the hope that BigRed soon would be there.
The Yeti were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of candy corn danced in their heads.
And Jiggly in her kerchief, and AdamS in his cap,
We had all hung our cleats for a long autumn's nap;
When out on the gridiron, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.
Onto to the field I ran in a dash
Tore up the turf, like Gump and like Flash.
The lights on the swell of the billowing mist
Cast shadows of midnight that would not desist.
When what with my wondering eyes do I place
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Wraiths.
With an undead old driver with plenty of cred,
I knew in a moment it must be BigRed.
More rapid than Hawks his players they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
“Now, Leonard! Now, Marshall! Now, Lewis! Now, Canton!
On, Leaf! On, Bigsby! On, Snuggles and Grithead!
To the top of the pressbox, to the top of the wall!
Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away! All!”
So up to the stadium, the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of TPE, and BigRed, too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each cleated hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Over the barrier came BigRed with a bound.
He was dressed all in black from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with cobwebs and soot;
A bundle of TPE he had flung on his back,
He looked like an Outlaw just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples, how scary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like Mo Berry;
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had so much to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filled all the lockers then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up up he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a holler,
And away they all flew, like the down of an Otter;
But I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight,
“Merry Spookmas to all, and to all a good fright!”