Christmas Poem For Lacrosse Players
Dec. 26, 2014
 Twas’ the day after Christmas when all through the house;
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings by the chimney were empty but we didn’t care;
St. Nicholas had already been there.
Children were nestled in with visions of settling down in their heads;
It seemed like a good time for a nap or maybe a quick trip to their beds.
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter;
We all sprang up to see what was the matter.
To the window we flew like a flash, activating our muscles in a batch;
Tore open the shutters and thought about an upcoming match.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear but visions of teammates hands full of gear;
I knew in a moment I had cans to fill if I were to be able open those later at a moments dare.
I whistled and shouted and called out to my teammates by name as if they were there;
Deep down in my heart I knew what I must do, I needed to work out so I took care.
Now off my couch it seemed a good time to crouch and go through my warm up routine;
Because it’s better to work out than to eat a saltine.
Away down the road I flew;
It felt too good to be true.
Ground I did cover as I sprang here;
And mountains I climbed as I bounded there.
My feelings became such that they rose;
I savored the movement of air through my nose.
Fantastic it was to be at work;
not sitting on my butt like a jerk.
In no time I was done;
And realized it was fun!
As I wrapped up with some wall ball to better myself;
I realized this is better than keeping my stick on the shelf;
Actively I said out loud to whomever could hear - - -
Tis The Season to Think About The Reason!
This poem modified with only good intentions by Paul Ramsey from the original A Visit From St. Nicklaus poem written by Clement Clarke Moore in 1822.
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