This is a special twist on the traditional "Twas the Night before Christmas." Hope you enjoy and get a chuckle out of it! Merry Christmas to everyone!
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the Hall
Not a creature was stirring, not even a ball
All the banners were hung in the rafters with care,
In hopes that a sixth soon would be there.
The Hoosiers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of title games danced in their heads
And Coach Crean with his clipboard and Coach Buck at his
side
Had just settled in to seek recruits far and wide.
When out on the court there arose such a clatter,
They sprang to Cook Hall to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to the trophies below.
When what to their wondering eyes should appear
But an impromptu game, fourteen without fear.
With a little point guard so lively and quick,
He flew to the hoop with a move oh so slick.
More rapid than Boilers, his teammates they played.
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
Now Zeisloft! Now Williams!
Now Priller and Blackmon!
On Hoetzel! On Johnson!
On Hanner and Hartman!
To the top of the key!
Keep passing the ball!
Now pick away, pick away,
Pick away all!
Awaiting at baseline ready to fly
As the ball soars high, Troy leaps toward the sky.
So back on to defense the players they flew,
The center and forward, and all the guards, too.
And then, in a twinkling, the team did reset,
Hearing only the whisper of the ball through the net
As Coach drew in his head and was turning around,
Down the floor came Yogi in one mighty bound.
He was dressed all in crimson outlined in cream,
As was everyone else on the team.
The ball it was passed from one to another
They looked like a family, with faith in each other.
Their eyes how they twinkled, their smiles how they flashed
When they passed off the ball and to the basket they
slashed.
Coach’s smile too grew from within
With visions of a team fighting to win.
The forgotten clipboard clenched tight in his hand
Carrying the plays he’d drawn up, all he had planned
He had brothers-in-law with claims to fame,
And he wanted so to join in their game.
Steely glint in his eyes belying the smile,
He looked at the schedule at an upcoming trial.
A wink of his eye and a twist of this head
Soon gave them to know they had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He looked at Coach Buckley and turned with a jerk.
Much to be done before teams come to blows,
Determined anew, more commitments to close.
Another recruit signed on to the team
Another young man in crimson and cream.
The team heard Coach exclaim as he turned out the light,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Special thanks go out to my English teacher dad, Dave Palmer, for helping me fine-tune this! You rock!
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