‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Citi Field,
Not a creature was stirring, their injuries hadn’t healed.
The stirrups were hung in the Hall of Fame with care
Because no one wears stirrups unless they are there.
The batters were nestled, all snug in their beds
While visions of shorter fences danced in their heads.
With Jeff in his PJs, and I in my Brooklyn cap,
We settled our brains (well, at least I did) for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the mound, there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the owner’s box to see what was the matter.
The lights from the chop shops on the new-fallen snow
Cast an orange and blue light on the infield below.
When, to my eyes should appear,
A 737 from LaGuardia, and a pilot dressed in Mets gear.
With a giant baseball, on his shoulders it set
I knew in a moment, it must be Mr. Met.
More rapid than Koufax, his players they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Beltran! Now K-Rod! Now Wright and Reyes!
Dash away now, or wait ’till they trade us!
(Wait…did he say Wright?)
So up to the concourse, the 737 flew
With a plane full of former players, and Mr. Met, too.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around
Down the chimney Mr. Met came with a bound.
He was dressed in a uniform, the retro kind
The size of his head blew my mind.
How his eyes twinkled! How his stitches were merry!
He was tall in height, like Darryl Strawberry.
He had a (really) broad face, and a round little belly
That shook when he laughed, like he just polished off a double Shack Burger.
With a wink of an eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that I had something to dread.
He said not a word, But went straight to work
Filled our stockings with coal, and turned with a jerk.
And laying a finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
Boarding his plane, and then taking flight,
I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight,
“Sell the Mets, Fred, so we can all have a good night!”
3 comments
Mr North Jersey
12/24/2011-7:47pm at 7:47 pm (UTC -4)
Hahahhaha! Paul that was awesome! Love the originality. Well done.
Anonymous
12/25/2011-6:31am at 6:31 am (UTC -4)
Wish we could’ve had a better ending but in the end maybe this what it all comes down to. The Mets franchise certainly has a fair amount of work ahead of it before we see any true progression, but watching some of the interviews here and elsewhere in conjunction with the play that I’ve seen from some of the current Mets I have to say I like what I see and what I feel , despite the fact that it may nut translate into.a higher winning percentage. I sound cliche but really I’m a Met fan and so hey you can’t really say that winning is everything and anything because historically we haven’t won much yet have garnered much affection. When you begin to contemplate what winning means to.this franchise things become a bit complex. We do not have the titles or the dynasties thst the yankees do ,yet in all honesty i wouldnt trade what we have earned in our respective 69 or 86 seasons for anything. Winning has become generic for teams like the cardinaks and yankees , its not quite as special.. when the mets win they do it in a rather miraculous and dare i say i say amazin way . Maybe we have some mirackes in our future ? One can only hope . Certainly hope the wins come in due time, yet I’m happy seeing players that care and that play with a passion for the sport, hopefully we get quality baseball heading forward.
MetsFan4Decades
12/25/2011-4:48pm at 4:48 pm (UTC -4)
LOL – this was great. Very talented…..