Given that the Packers are playing at Lambeau Field on
Christmas Eve day (1995),
I thought it appropriate to imagine the scene.
So I offer:
THE MORN' BEFORE CHRISTMAS
(A Visitor to Lambeau Field)
Keith Brewster
kbrews@cox.net
(apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
'Twas the morn' before Christmas, when all through the Bay
Not a creature was stirring, all wait for a fray;
The helmets were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes the Division soon would be theirs;
The children were bundled all snug on their sleds,
And visions of Super Bowls danced in their heads;
While mom in her cheesehead, and I in my cap,
Tended our bratwurst while praising the Pack,
Up on the pressbox there arose such a clatter,
I threw down my spatula to see what's the matter;
Up from the lawn chair I stood with a grunt,
Tripped on the Weber, the grill I did punt;
The sun on the surface of the tundra fresh frozen,
Glinted like stars -- hundreds of doze-en;
When, what to my wondering eyes should alight,
But a huge Goodyear blimp, ending its flight;
Though smoke from the charcoal caused me to wince,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Vince;
With a deep throated growl and a smile just the same,
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Reggie! now, Jacke! now, Brooksy and Bennett!
On, Favre-man, on Hentrich, Chmura and Levens!
To the top of the Central! to the top of them all!
Score early, score often, jump the south wall!
As I set down the schnapps and was looking around,
Out from the blimp Coach Mike came with a bound;
Clad green and gold, from his head to his shoes,
His moustach was frozen, we couldn't lose;
He had a tanned face and a little round belly,
That puffed when he grimaced, like a donut with jelly;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know we had nothing to dread;
Mike spoke not a word, but went straight to his board,
Wrote the first 15 plays, trusting Vince 'n the Lord.
Then scratching his chin, he thought about Brett,
Taming the wild man, every night he had fret;
On this contest day what would Favre bring?,
An interception or two?, Where would he fling?
The number of touchdowns, noone could guess,
How many times he'd say, "No Brett! - Yes, yes!";
Kickoff time, very soon, it was nearing,
Away went St. Vince, on went the cheering;
This story's not over, there's one thing to say,
For St. Vince had a message to send on this day;
A sign trailed the blimp, the world to see,
"TO THE PACK GO THE TITLES, AND TO BRETT MVP!"