An SBR Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through SBR
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Scholar.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that NICKAY! soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of back door covers danced in their heads.
And JJ in his skully, and I in my wig,
Had just settled our accounts for a nasty house vig.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Two on two out, Tulowitzki the batter
Too many losses to too many wins
Tulowitzki pops up. Bread loses. Again
Bread is Christmas’d up!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
Uhhh hu hu…I said “breast”
With a little old driver, so lively and quickly,
I knew in a moment it must be St. NICKAY!
More rapid than Herman and Guy Lafleur they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Diogee! Now, Dozer! Now, Pavy and Jello!
On Paco! On Taco! On Durito and Pico!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now bet away! Bet away! Bet away all!"
For logging and posting I get SBR points,
No greater gift Baby Jesus anoints.
Losing will to strive, second guessing our lives,
In a nick of time, SBR pizza arrives.
An hour til kickoff, it is only noon
In the blink of an eye, comes a Happy Boy toon.
Getting kinda sleepy, from all this Matty Rain,
Snuggle up in my Lostache, quantitive gain
SBR is ready for the Holidays!
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
His goggles were shiny, his rug was well put.
He gives and he gives, but what’s on his list?
For The Seer in a bow tie, he desperately wished.
It’s a time for cheer, and to be with your family,
Then this bald f*%k JJGold, falls down your chimney
He had a broad face and a tiny video camera,
He said “Bread grab Robyn! Show me your stamina!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
We won’t speak of that night, there is nothing to tell
Spontaneous it was not, Rogue Juror showed up as well!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
We sleighed down hills of yayo, when it Rains, it snows!
X-rated Xmas, one tip before we go
Jump on the points and take San Diego.
My friends at SBR, we are alright,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Scholar.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that NICKAY! soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of back door covers danced in their heads.
And JJ in his skully, and I in my wig,
Had just settled our accounts for a nasty house vig.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
Two on two out, Tulowitzki the batter
Too many losses to too many wins
Tulowitzki pops up. Bread loses. Again
Bread is Christmas’d up!
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
Uhhh hu hu…I said “breast”
With a little old driver, so lively and quickly,
I knew in a moment it must be St. NICKAY!
More rapid than Herman and Guy Lafleur they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Diogee! Now, Dozer! Now, Pavy and Jello!
On Paco! On Taco! On Durito and Pico!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now bet away! Bet away! Bet away all!"
For logging and posting I get SBR points,
No greater gift Baby Jesus anoints.
Losing will to strive, second guessing our lives,
In a nick of time, SBR pizza arrives.
An hour til kickoff, it is only noon
In the blink of an eye, comes a Happy Boy toon.
Getting kinda sleepy, from all this Matty Rain,
Snuggle up in my Lostache, quantitive gain
SBR is ready for the Holidays!
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
His goggles were shiny, his rug was well put.
He gives and he gives, but what’s on his list?
For The Seer in a bow tie, he desperately wished.
It’s a time for cheer, and to be with your family,
Then this bald f*%k JJGold, falls down your chimney
He had a broad face and a tiny video camera,
He said “Bread grab Robyn! Show me your stamina!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
We won’t speak of that night, there is nothing to tell
Spontaneous it was not, Rogue Juror showed up as well!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
We sleighed down hills of yayo, when it Rains, it snows!
X-rated Xmas, one tip before we go
Jump on the points and take San Diego.
My friends at SBR, we are alright,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
