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ND 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through South Bend Not a creature
was stirring, neither rooster nor hen"
The banners were hung on the stadium with care, In hopes that St. Charlie
soon would be there
The alumni were nestled all snug in their beds, With dreams of Leahy and
Holtz in their heads;
While the students at the Grotto, down by the lake, Were just giving thanks
for a long winter break,
When out on those quads there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to
see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The Dome with a crest of new-fallen snow Gave a luster of mid-day to a
campus below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear A high-powered offense: the
champions next year!
With a large and proud leader, so friendly and nice I knew in a moment it
must be Coach Weis
As fast as Four Horsemen, onward they came He whistled, and shouted, and
called them by name:
"Now Hoyte, Now Samardzija, Walker, Fasano On Stovall, On Shelton, Wooden,
Anastascio"
To the top of the rankings, to the top of them all "Now throw a-way, run
a-way, and dive for the ball!
We will move like the wind, our runners will fly And just for balance, we'll
take to the sky!"
So up to the top of the rankings they flew With a big book of plays, and
Brady Quinn too
And then in a twinkling, to the sound of the cleats The scoring and wins, I
forgot past defeats
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney, Coach Weis
came with a bound
He was dressed with his rings, and headset to boot And his clothes were all
drenched with Gatorade and soot
A number of victories he carried on his back And he smiled as he turned and
presented a sack
of trophies--how they twinkled! Like heaps of gold
treasures His cheeks were like roses, his wisdom past measure
Weis commanded the team on fourth downs to throw Through hail and through
fog, through sleet and through snow
His genius caused points in the forties and fifties, to hearten alumni and
keep our stats spiffy
Weis had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed,
like a BCS bowl-ful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, and so sure of himself, That I cheered when I saw
him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know, Ohio State
would be dead
He boasted not a word, praise makes not his day But all now know, for the
title we'll play
And laying a finger to the side of his nose, And giving a nod, up the
rankings we rose
At his departure I heard Trooper McCarthy say; If your sleigh flight looks
fishy, you'll be the catch of the day!
Weis sprang to the roof, to his team gave a cheer And away to a victory in
the Fiesta next year;
And I heard him call plays, for winning that game "Merry Christmas to all.
And love thee Notre Dame!
(Written by John Rosemeyer)
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all through South Bend Not a creature
was stirring, neither rooster nor hen"
The banners were hung on the stadium with care, In hopes that St. Charlie
soon would be there
The alumni were nestled all snug in their beds, With dreams of Leahy and
Holtz in their heads;
While the students at the Grotto, down by the lake, Were just giving thanks
for a long winter break,
When out on those quads there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to
see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The Dome with a crest of new-fallen snow Gave a luster of mid-day to a
campus below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear A high-powered offense: the
champions next year!
With a large and proud leader, so friendly and nice I knew in a moment it
must be Coach Weis
As fast as Four Horsemen, onward they came He whistled, and shouted, and
called them by name:
"Now Hoyte, Now Samardzija, Walker, Fasano On Stovall, On Shelton, Wooden,
Anastascio"
To the top of the rankings, to the top of them all "Now throw a-way, run
a-way, and dive for the ball!
We will move like the wind, our runners will fly And just for balance, we'll
take to the sky!"
So up to the top of the rankings they flew With a big book of plays, and
Brady Quinn too
And then in a twinkling, to the sound of the cleats The scoring and wins, I
forgot past defeats
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney, Coach Weis
came with a bound
He was dressed with his rings, and headset to boot And his clothes were all
drenched with Gatorade and soot
A number of victories he carried on his back And he smiled as he turned and
presented a sack
of trophies--how they twinkled! Like heaps of gold
treasures His cheeks were like roses, his wisdom past measure
Weis commanded the team on fourth downs to throw Through hail and through
fog, through sleet and through snow
His genius caused points in the forties and fifties, to hearten alumni and
keep our stats spiffy
Weis had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed,
like a BCS bowl-ful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, and so sure of himself, That I cheered when I saw
him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know, Ohio State
would be dead
He boasted not a word, praise makes not his day But all now know, for the
title we'll play
And laying a finger to the side of his nose, And giving a nod, up the
rankings we rose
At his departure I heard Trooper McCarthy say; If your sleigh flight looks
fishy, you'll be the catch of the day!
Weis sprang to the roof, to his team gave a cheer And away to a victory in
the Fiesta next year;
And I heard him call plays, for winning that game "Merry Christmas to all.
And love thee Notre Dame!
(Written by John Rosemeyer)