MWH1967
The Cook
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'Twas the night before Christmas, in Cowboys land.
The team was not stirring with 3rd seed almost in hand.
The Game plans were all finished and checked with care,
in hopes that a deep run soon would be there.
The Rush-men were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of sacks danced in their heads.
And Jerry in his jersey, and his new found cap,
had just settled down with his "Johnny Walker" for a nap.
When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
Romo sprang from is bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the locker room he flew like a flash,
ran out of the tunnel, to the left of the hash..
The moon on the breast of the new painted star
gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
when, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
but Mark Sanchez and i said "Dude whatcha doing here?"
The poor beaten soul, was not lively or quick,
Romo knew in a moment he would have to be sick. The
Dallas Cowboys more rapid than eagles, NY and the Commanders too.
Tony was tired of the talk and made sure every one knew.
He whistled and shouted and called the beaten by name:
"Now Chicago! Now Seahawks!
Now, Colts and Huston!
Win aganist NY, Win aganist, Eagles
Win aganist the Jags and Titans!
To the top of the power chart
To the top of them all
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
so up to the playoffs the coursers they flew,
with the fans full of joy and the fandom renewed.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard Stephen A. say
I should not took the bet and now i must pay.
As Tony ducked his head and was turning around,
down the steps to the stadium Garrett came with a bound.
He was dressed all in sweets, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all dirty with ashes and soot.
A bundle of awards he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pencil he held tight in his teeth,
and the glow it encircled his head like a wreath.
He was a Ivy league grad, 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.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the lockers, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, back up the steps he rose.
He sprang to his car, without making a sound
Jason knew in his heart it was about to go down
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
