Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the forum,
only JJ was posting,
yeah it was borin'
All the banners were hung
in offshore, at the top
only one space open,
probably from the Panam flop
All the poster were sleeping,
all snug in their bed,
while visions of parlays
danced in their heads
Mama in her teddy,
dad in his jock,
Christmas eve is a great time,
to give her some ****
While out on the lawn,
they've committed a sin,
I'll be damned if they haven't stolen.
Beantown's lawnmower again
I arose from the bed,
with Scarlett so near me,
be quiet I said,
I don't want shrink to hear me
I ran from the house,
So full of fright,
geesh that was worse,
than the Patriots Monday Night
I headed on home,
and shouted with glee,
Merry Christmas to all,
and "Show me the Mon=eyyyyy"