Twas the night before Christmas, and all cross the land
the talk was the draft, and where the Skins stand.
The losses have mounted, some say we just suck
but even this bad, we aint getting Luck
The faithful were hangin, with just one game to go
The season will be finished, and then we will know.
And Boone’s in the kitchen, prepin the meat
For Sundays festivities, his meals can’t be beat.
When from the forum arose such a clatter,
I clicked on the link to see what’s the matter.
Away to that thread it went in a flash,
This computer is so old, I hope it don’t crash .
The screen so bright, making everything glow
Gave the luster of mid-day, from my head to my toe.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Fans ranting about QB’s that won’t come out this year .
I sat at the computer, feeling quite sick,
I put out my stogy, ya that does the trick.
More rapid than eagles, my hopes they did fade,
As I poured out my drink of QB cool aid
Now Andrew, now Landry, now Robert, and Ryan!
We need Quarter Back, of this I’m not lying
To the top of the notch! to the top of it all!
A franchise Quarter Back is the priority of all"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
A quarter back is needed, the Skins faithful cry.
Gathered in their houses, the fans they will be,
Sharing holiday cheer with friends and family.
And then, in a twinkling, all the thoughts they did stop
No fumbling of the ball, no passes getting dropped
As I drew in my head, the events of the day,
I wondered about the last team that we would play.
In Burgundy and Gold, from their heads to their feet,
This team will face Philly, but should we compete.
A bundle of nerves, like a greyhound on crack,
Should Redskins retreat, or should they attack.
My eyes-how they twinkled! my nose like a cherry!
My cheeks were like roses, it must be the sherry!
My droll little mouth is drawn up like a bow,
as the computer chair has just run over my toe.
The filter of a cigarette he held tight in my teeth,
As my beloved Redskins have just gotten beat.
The Vikings hurt themselves in position today
And the Redskins improved on Aprils draft day!
I’m grumpy and grouchy, a right salty old elf,
And this loss to the Vikings, has me kicking myself!
With a blink of the eye and a twist of the head,
I realize it’s time to put this to bed.
It’s discussed, and countered, and countered again
Should the Skins tank it, or go for the win.
And laying a finger, with just a few key strokes
There will be no doubt of where I stand folks
I’ll call it a night, and have another nip
This season has been one hell of a trip.
So on this special night, all I can say
Merry Christmas to all, kill Philly Sunday
the talk was the draft, and where the Skins stand.
The losses have mounted, some say we just suck
but even this bad, we aint getting Luck
The faithful were hangin, with just one game to go
The season will be finished, and then we will know.
And Boone’s in the kitchen, prepin the meat
For Sundays festivities, his meals can’t be beat.
When from the forum arose such a clatter,
I clicked on the link to see what’s the matter.
Away to that thread it went in a flash,
This computer is so old, I hope it don’t crash .
The screen so bright, making everything glow
Gave the luster of mid-day, from my head to my toe.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
Fans ranting about QB’s that won’t come out this year .
I sat at the computer, feeling quite sick,
I put out my stogy, ya that does the trick.
More rapid than eagles, my hopes they did fade,
As I poured out my drink of QB cool aid
Now Andrew, now Landry, now Robert, and Ryan!
We need Quarter Back, of this I’m not lying
To the top of the notch! to the top of it all!
A franchise Quarter Back is the priority of all"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
A quarter back is needed, the Skins faithful cry.
Gathered in their houses, the fans they will be,
Sharing holiday cheer with friends and family.
And then, in a twinkling, all the thoughts they did stop
No fumbling of the ball, no passes getting dropped
As I drew in my head, the events of the day,
I wondered about the last team that we would play.
In Burgundy and Gold, from their heads to their feet,
This team will face Philly, but should we compete.
A bundle of nerves, like a greyhound on crack,
Should Redskins retreat, or should they attack.
My eyes-how they twinkled! my nose like a cherry!
My cheeks were like roses, it must be the sherry!
My droll little mouth is drawn up like a bow,
as the computer chair has just run over my toe.
The filter of a cigarette he held tight in my teeth,
As my beloved Redskins have just gotten beat.
The Vikings hurt themselves in position today
And the Redskins improved on Aprils draft day!
I’m grumpy and grouchy, a right salty old elf,
And this loss to the Vikings, has me kicking myself!
With a blink of the eye and a twist of the head,
I realize it’s time to put this to bed.
It’s discussed, and countered, and countered again
Should the Skins tank it, or go for the win.
And laying a finger, with just a few key strokes
There will be no doubt of where I stand folks
I’ll call it a night, and have another nip
This season has been one hell of a trip.
So on this special night, all I can say
Merry Christmas to all, kill Philly Sunday