’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the SEC
Not a team was stirring, not even the offense of Tennessee
Lights were turned low and fans calmed after expectations so high
Many felt chewed up and spit out like spoiled pumpkin pie
Flaws were exposed by the most dominant league
But not before we were treated to loads of intrigue
A title game without any sight of Saint Nick
Oh how the mighty have fallen oh so quick
Brian Kelly came from the North with hopes of fitting in
He won the West, though Coach O was certainly no twin
Billy Napier arrived to clean up the mess from Mullen
But Gator fans still were left with a mood of sullen
Kentucky’s Christmas came early with a dub in The Swamp
Though snowfall against Vandy brought an embarrassing romp
The Dores are finally on the board in SEC play
They weren’t even the conference’s worst some would say
The Aggies started with a class so rich, according to Sliced Bread
This was the year A&M would finally break through, or so they said
Losses piled up with an offense that sputtered
Jimbo’s buyout became more maddening with each excuse he uttered
“NOW DICKEY! NOW COLEY! NOW JOHNSON AND WEIGMAN!
ON, WIDEOUTS! ON, O-LINE! ON ALL OF THESE FRESHMEN!
To the top of the recruiting rankings! To the top of the state!
Now, Gig ‘em! Gig ‘em, I say! Enough with all this hate!
There was more angst than usual calling the Hogs
They were far from elite, unlike the Dawgs
Not the ones in Starkville, who tragically lost their pilot
Long live the Air Raid and long live The Pirate
Leach, Harsin, Drink and Beamer all fell short of Smart
UGA fans finally stopped debating whether Stetson should start
A historic encore meant beating everyone under the sun
Jalen Carter destroyed backfields while holding up the number one
There was no debate about that, though Josh Heupel certainly tried
“The rain changed the game” was what Vol Twitter pathetically cried
Perfection was no more after a Playoff-hopeful start for Tennessee
But all hope was lost on that wild night in Willy B
The year was most merry for those in red and black
Another Playoff berth for the Dawgs, who vowed they’d be back
There was neither a Tide to stop nor a G.O.A.T to be dethroned
Stetson took flight and even had his Heisman invite bemoaned
Fifteen lost to the NFL Draft and yet no portal was needed
Now if only Smart could join the recent greats who repeated
Saban, Osborne and Carroll all got it done
But to do it in the Playoff era would be second to none
As Christmas approached, a feast awaited under Georgia’s tree
The Dawgs were still hungry, which everyone could see
Smart’s eyes widened as he gazed at the end of his feet
He belted out in the night “ALL I WANNA DO IS EAT!”
Smart’s stomach growled, still focused on the game up next
In his pocket, a buzz sounded after receiving a text
Puzzled, Smart looked down as his lips began to moisten
A midnight message from Lane Kiffin read “Don’t eat any rat poison!”
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their head.
Mom in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave a lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Well I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and he called them by name!
“On, Dasher!O, Dancer! On, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
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 roof-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in furs, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys 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 in a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
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.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And he filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger to the side of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all, good-night!”
Read Aloud
Reading
Clement Clarke Moore
Being Read
Christmas Poem
‘Twas The Night Before Christmas – Narrated by Michael Bublé
