A Hokie Christmas

Twas the night before the “big day”, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse:

The pendants were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Beamer soon would be there:

The fans were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of the Sugar Bowl danced in their heads;

And ma in her Hokies shirt, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long New Years nap,

When out in the town there arose such a clatter, I went from my house to see what was the matter.

Away to the gridiron I flew with great haste, Tore open the doors and threw up the gates.

The lights from the top of the New Orleans dome Gave the luster to the field that was far from home.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a whole tribe of warriors dressed up in their gear.

With a southern ol’ coach, so lively and slick, I knew in a moment that this was no trick.

More rapid than eagles his players they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

“Now MIDGET now CHARLTON now VICK and MOORE. On DAVIS on KENDRICK on KIBBLE and GRAHAM.

From the top of the stands, regardless of polls, This is the BIG game, so go get ’em, you HOKIES!”.

It’s down to two teams on this championship night. The Hokies and Noles have one last big fight.

So on to the Superdome the teams they did fly, With the book full of tricks that St. Beamer would try.

Frank was dressed all in maroon, from his head to his toe, And circling his head was a great golden glow;

A bundle of plays he had flung on his back, And he looked like a gambler just opening his sack.

His eyes they did twinkled! His smile just as merry! Michael Vick was his man, and boy he could carry.

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And you could tell it was time to get on with the show.

A secret play book was held tight in his hand, Every one in the nation knew this coach was “THE MAN”.

He had a broad face and was a little round bugger, And shook when he laughed like a BOWLful of SUGAR.

He was cheerful and ready, a right jolly old elf, And I cheered when I saw him, and not to myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon let me know I had nothing to dread.

He said what he needed, and gathered his crew, Twelve wins in a row was what he would do.

The HOKIES took the field with a big swell of pride, The NOLES were history, there was nowhere to hide.

As he sprang to his feet, to his team gave a holler, He saw them standing just a little bit taller.

“We’ve beaten them all, we’ve got the job done.” It’s now undisputed, WE ARE # 1 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Merry Christmas and Go Hokies!

Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1999 15:41:18 -0500