A Christmas poem for you all. Merry Christmas. And a special welcome to our new readers.
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the court
Not a thing was stirring, except basketball shorts.
Calipari had hung his checkbook with care,
In hopes that new recruits would soon be there.
The Jayhawks were all snuggled in their beds,
While visions of a title danced in their heads.
And Tomas Verde in his handkerchief, and SC in his cap
had settled down for a nice Xmas nap (together!)
When outside there was an explosion,
and we ran to see what was the commotion.
We ran to the front door as fast as we could,
and looked over at the pile of wood.
With a santa outfit and shoulder length blonde hair
we knew that Beadle was out there.
She whistled and yelled, and called them by name,
and out of the shadows, some college basketballers came.
On Xavier! On Wall! On Cousins! On Pittman!
On Scheyer! On Singler! On Harangody! On Whittman!
To the fields, to the sky
fly away all, fly!
And then we heard in the fireplace a splat
as Beadle came down the chimney wearing her hat.
She was dressed all in fur, from head to toe
with her dog LeRoy Jenkins in tow.
She was wearing a Nets jersey, and, as an aside
she was prepping for her Horns to lose to the Tide.
She brought out a sack full of gives she’d prepared
and she gave them to all of us with care.
To SC, she gave Iowa a win
to Harvard, one more year of Jeremy Lin.
To Tomas Verde, a lifetime contract for Billy D
and perhaps, the ability to compete in the SEC.
To tallguy, she gave Duke some wins, and UNC a fail,
not to mention putting Roy in jail.
To all college bball fans, she gave games on every station
and the best present of all: Kentucky on probation.
I, of course, got the best present of all
as I had put up some mistletoe in the hall.
After she gave us our presents, she hopped in her sleigh
and her carriage swept her away.
As we saw her silhouette as she took flight,
We heard her scream: Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.