Twas the night before game day, and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, as my hand gripped my mouse

The line ups were ready as I leaned back in my chair

And hoped that when over, I would still have my hair

The children were laughing all snug in their beds

As visions of zeros danced in their heads

And Stall and his coffee, and Dave and his beer

Had just settled our brains with players we hold dear

When out on the pitch there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter

I opened up windows, and knew in a flash

Ninja injuries were here, I threw up in the trash

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

Gave a luster to my tears as my fears began to grow

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear

A game day not closed, but the deadline was near

I scrambled around so lively and quick

And tried to remember the wisdom of our founder St. Nik

He would whistle and shout and call players by name

Now Salah , now Hazard now Sanchez and Wayne

On Vardy, On Aguero, On KDB and Kane

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work

And answered all post, even when we acted like a jerk

And laying his finger aside of his nose

Gave us a nod, and up the fantasy leagues he rose

But I heard him exclaim as he turned off the light

Merry Christmas to all

And to all a good night!

Thank you all for another WONDERFUL year.

Ken

Peace