'Twas the night before Christmas
And I really think
That the only thing stirring
Was the straw in my drink
As I studied my numbers
For the next day's football
By the chimney a sweat sock
Hung alone on the wall
And I really think
That the only thing stirring
Was the straw in my drink
As I studied my numbers
For the next day's football
By the chimney a sweat sock
Hung alone on the wall