Twas the Night (Week) Before Xmas
Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2016 7:09 am
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE XMAS
or an Account of a Visit from Leo Saint Wally
by Blitz
Twas the night before Christmas, all through Leo Land
Not a creature was stirring, heck, not even B. C. Fan
All Lionbacker's stockings were hung by their chimneys with care,
In hopes that St. Wally and his assistants would soon be there;
The Cardiac Kid and Hambone were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of two first round draft choices danced in their heads;
And Sammy Greene in his 'kerchief, and Ballistic Bob in his cap,
Had finally settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Dano T. sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
While away to his window 'penw' flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave lustre to the face of our own West Coast Joe
When, what to Alputs wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a old driver,who looked neither lively or jolly,
TheLionKing knew it could be no other than St. Wally
More rapid than eagles his assistant coaches they came,
And St. Wally whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Mark, now, Khari, now, Marcello and Adam
On, Robin, On Marcel, on Chris, and of course Dan
To the top of the stadium, to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As the sleigh first flew past the moon and then circled the sun
St. Wally mentored his assistants to never gamble on third and one
Then up to Rammer's house-top, the assistant coaches they flew,
With their sleigh full of footballs, and St. Wally too.
Then, in a twinkling, David went outside and looked up at his roof
And gazed at the "Living Legend", pleased he now had the proof
While at Gridiron Ernie's home, Ernie was just turning around,
When down the chimney St. Wally came with a bound.
He was dressed all in creamsicle fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
Bundles of 2017 Leo season tickets he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they penetrated, his rule absolute
His football was simple, play hard and "execute"
His droll mouth was curled up, like a bow
And the hair on his head was as white as the snow
St. Wally knew, as Leos HC, there was no time to rest
He was 'annointed' or he'd so convinced the press
His philosophy engrained, his scheme a belief
His halo encircled his head like a wreath;
He'd signed the Rain Man, the best thrill of the brand
And locked up Jeremiah Johnson as our 'main man'
As St. Wally pondered the recipe of his 2017 stew
He knew there were two dozen more to sign or bid adieu
He was slippery and conniving, a right mischievous old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
He had a wink in his eye as he twisted his head,
I didn't play for him, so there was nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the Lionbacker's stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside his strong Italian nose,
And giving a command, up the chimney he rose;
He walked to his sleigh, to his coaches he gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But then St. Wally exclaimed, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL LIONBACKERS AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Merry Xmas to All Lionbackers!!
Wishing all of you a wonderful Xmas and very best wishes for 2017.
or an Account of a Visit from Leo Saint Wally
by Blitz
Twas the night before Christmas, all through Leo Land
Not a creature was stirring, heck, not even B. C. Fan
All Lionbacker's stockings were hung by their chimneys with care,
In hopes that St. Wally and his assistants would soon be there;
The Cardiac Kid and Hambone were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of two first round draft choices danced in their heads;
And Sammy Greene in his 'kerchief, and Ballistic Bob in his cap,
Had finally settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Dano T. sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
While away to his window 'penw' flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave lustre to the face of our own West Coast Joe
When, what to Alputs wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a old driver,who looked neither lively or jolly,
TheLionKing knew it could be no other than St. Wally
More rapid than eagles his assistant coaches they came,
And St. Wally whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Mark, now, Khari, now, Marcello and Adam
On, Robin, On Marcel, on Chris, and of course Dan
To the top of the stadium, to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As the sleigh first flew past the moon and then circled the sun
St. Wally mentored his assistants to never gamble on third and one
Then up to Rammer's house-top, the assistant coaches they flew,
With their sleigh full of footballs, and St. Wally too.
Then, in a twinkling, David went outside and looked up at his roof
And gazed at the "Living Legend", pleased he now had the proof
While at Gridiron Ernie's home, Ernie was just turning around,
When down the chimney St. Wally came with a bound.
He was dressed all in creamsicle fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
Bundles of 2017 Leo season tickets he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they penetrated, his rule absolute
His football was simple, play hard and "execute"
His droll mouth was curled up, like a bow
And the hair on his head was as white as the snow
St. Wally knew, as Leos HC, there was no time to rest
He was 'annointed' or he'd so convinced the press
His philosophy engrained, his scheme a belief
His halo encircled his head like a wreath;
He'd signed the Rain Man, the best thrill of the brand
And locked up Jeremiah Johnson as our 'main man'
As St. Wally pondered the recipe of his 2017 stew
He knew there were two dozen more to sign or bid adieu
He was slippery and conniving, a right mischievous old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
He had a wink in his eye as he twisted his head,
I didn't play for him, so there was nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the Lionbacker's stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside his strong Italian nose,
And giving a command, up the chimney he rose;
He walked to his sleigh, to his coaches he gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But then St. Wally exclaimed, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL LIONBACKERS AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Merry Xmas to All Lionbackers!!
Wishing all of you a wonderful Xmas and very best wishes for 2017.
Those unis kinda grew on me and by the end of the season I decided that I liked them more than the black home uniforms. It might also have had something to do with the Lions greater success on the road.