‘Twas the Night before Christmas
and all through the Sportsbook
Not a bettor was stirring
They we’re dreaming of a loss by the hook
When out on the floor
Their arose such a clatter
That Elmer Fudd woke up
To see what was the matter
The mist was clearing on the objects below
The silence was deafening but did we hear ‘Ho Ho Ho’
When out in the distance it seemed to appear
A miniature sled and 8 tiny reindeer
With a weird looking driver
And a beard all silver
It could only be one person:
Saint Old Man River
He said his reindeer were unruLy and untame
So he shouted and called out each one by name
On D-2, On Terryray, On Yanno, On Trucker
On Legend, On Fudd, On Culprit, On Coach
Lets get to the Sportsbook, we have work for us there
The bettors are awake, a game giving them a scare
So he opened a present and studied it hard
’Twas lines for football games on the Christmas Day card
He gave each bettor a slip with a winning team for that day
He summoned his reindeer and jumped in his sleigh
As they flew to the sky and were almost out of sight
He said: Merry Christmas to All
And to All a Winning Night