‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, all wore a frown;
The tickets were sold by brokers with care,
To fans of the Eagles who hoped to be there;
The Redskins were nestled all snug before lockers,
While visions of winning faded to darker;
And fans in the parlor thought the coach to be dumb,
Had just settled our brains for the beating to come.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch 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 sun was alit on the crowd turned green
Gave the luster of mid-day to Philly’s playoff dream,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a strip sack butt fumble in the Eagles rear.
With a swashbuckling QB, so lively and free,
I knew in a moment it was Ar-Gee Three.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Alfred! now, ‘Tana! now, Andre and Pierre!
On, D-Shawn! On Jordan, all must be there!
For every hand-off, each pass of the ball!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash 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 goal line the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of joy, and touchdowns too.
Answer for answer, these Redskins they played
Against every device Chip Kelly displayed.
As I danced in my living room, and jumping around,
Breeland snagged the ball and landed with a bound.
DJax was all dressed in burgundy and gold
But ran with abandon as in days of old.
With a gleam in his eye, he hooted and sang,
“You never saw me in no merry old gang.”
“Die Eagles, Die,” the crowd yelled with a bristle,
As the Redskins made exit with the referee’s whistle.
But I heard them exclaim, ere they ran out of sight,
“Hail Redskins to all, and to all a good-night.”
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