‘Twas the Night Before Krzyzmas

‘Twas the night before Krzyzmas, (though we didn’t know that)
And not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads.
And Mama 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

But with its little old driver so angry and gay,
I knew in a moment it must be Coach K.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he shouted and cursed them, and called them by name!

“Now Wojo! Now, Singler! now, Redick and Curry!
On, Paulus! On, Shavlik! Melchionni, please hurry!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now flop away! Flop away! Flop 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 house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of douchebags, and their Leader too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the ceiling
Their prancing and pawing and loud girlish squealing
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Coach K came in with a bound.

He was dressed like a pallbearer, from his head to his feet,
And his haircut was tidy, his dark suit was neat
A sack full of cheese he had flung on his back,
Likely Gouda, Romano, and Monterey Jack

His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples had merit!
His cheeks were like roses, His nose like a ferret!
His smug little mouth was drawn up and droll,
And the hair on his head was dyed blacker than coal.

He was sickly and gaunt, a right creepy old elf,
And I gasped when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A snarl of his lip and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to worry I had something to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And took all our presents, the rotten old jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Blew out a big wad of snot on my clothes!

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 they sang “Hark the Herald”,
“Remember the real victim in all this is Gerald!”

Basil Marceaux is back!

Back in the summer primaries, we (along with numerous blog and Internet people) brought you Tennessee gubernatorial candidate Basil Marceaux with his unique look at the world of politics.

In need of a refresher? Click here or here.

He lost the GOP nominee as you can see from the second link above. We thought at the time that it was forever rest in peace, Basil Marceaux. The Internet sensation is back, this time with the Christmas spirit.

Check out his newest video below in which he sings an original Christmas carol written specifically for him called “Come Christmas.” I’m not sure about the lyrics either, and my native Tennessee accent is of no help in this case. But who needs lyrics?

Enjoy!

Note from Al: Eat, drink and be merry, one and all.

I know that you all* have been waiting anxiously for my prediction post today. Well, between some final work stuff and hours of wrapping presents, I ran out of time. So, I’m just going to make my football and basketball predictions without any commentary today. Kentucky, of course, has already played; they were trying to make sure they beat Long Beach State by forcing them to play in the morning–Pacific coast time. It worked. Georgetown has also played. I don’t know what their evil plan was exactly.

Tonight’s Bowl Game

No. 23 Utah vs. California.

Tonight’s Basketball Games

No. 21 Mississippi at No. 6 West Virginia.

Delaware at No. 8 Villanova.

No. 12 New Mexico at Oral Roberts.

North Carolina A & T at No. 14 Tennessee.

No. 20 UNLV at Hawaii.

By the way, Florida, you lost and you will be taunted from here on out.

Other than that, I hope everyone enjoys their time off and for those who celebrate Christmas, I wish you a merry one.

*Hi, Mom and Daddy!