'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house Not a LGer was stirring, not even a unvetted account; The stockings were hung by SJUSoccer with care, In hopes that St. Tino soon would be there; The managers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of stanley cups danced in their heads And Brodie in his 'kerchief, and Tris in his cap, Had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap— When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, Tris sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the chatbox Tris 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 luster of mid-day to objects below; When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature poop emoji, and eight tiny s, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, He knew in a moment it must be St. Tino. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name: "Now! Spezza, now! Breaky, now! Hopkins and Hendry, "On! Gary, on! Gay Dad, on! Panda and Kcut; "To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! "Now 69 away! 69 away! 69 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 gifs—and St. Tino too: And then in a twinkling, Tris heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As Tris drew in his head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Tino came with a bound: He was dress'd all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnish'd with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys was flung on his back, And he look'd like a peddler just opening his pack: His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry, His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry; His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he laugh'd, like a bowl full of jelly: He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And Tris laugh'd when he saw him in spite of himself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave Tris to know he had nothing to dread. Tino spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a , up the chimney he rose. He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle: But Tris heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
