Twas the night before Campmas and all through the land Not a creature was stirring, except Cowboys fans The helmets were set by the chimney with care Hoping St. Landry soon would be there The Cowboys were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of Super Bowls danced in their heads and Parcells in his office, and Jerrys nightcap we'd just settled in for a long lazy nap When out on my rooftop arose such a clatter I sprang from the "Post" to see what's the matter Away to the window I flew in a flash Hoping for Higgs or a Redskin to bash The moon off my windshield and the light by the way Made it look like the sunshine in the middle of day When what do my wondering eyes happen to see A miniature sleigh and some great history. A Fedora'd ole driver and his bag of starred candy I knew very quickly, it must be Tom Landry Much better than Eagles his courses they came He whistled and shouted and called them by name "Now Aikman, Now Staubach" "Now Emmitt and Irvin" "On Pearson, On Dorsett" "On Newton and Witten" As great teams to win must learn how to fly, and beat up opponents on their way to the sky So up to my house top my heroes they flew with the sleigh full of rings, and St Landry too. And then in a twinkling I heard from their feet, The scratching and clawing of each little cleat As I drew in my breath and was looking around Down the chimney came Landry, staying in bounds! He was dressed all in silver from his head to his foot His star wouldnt tarnish not from ashes nor soot A bundle of titles he had flung on his back and he looked like a winner as he opened his pack. His eyes how they twinkled, his face was so merry I believe he was thinking of Staubachs Hail Mary. His gait was as stern as I could ever remember While beating the Giants every year in November. His fedora sat proudly up on top of his head I could feel San Diego filling with dread. He had on his rings that his great teams had earned For he taught them well and man had they learned. I felt like a fool, and a really bad host Should I stand here so awestruck, or raise him a toast A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread He spoke not a word but went strait to his work And filled all the helmets then turned with a jerk He flew up the chimney with his usuall grace With a smile that stretched clean over his face. He sprang to his sleigh, to this team gave a shout "You CAN win it all, of this there's no doubt" And I heard him exclaim as I wiped at my tear "HAPPY CAMPMAS TOO ALL AND TO THE COWBOYS A GREAT YEAR."