Twas’ the night before Christmas, and throughout Redskins Park,
All had gone home, leaving just me and Gary Clark.
Shanahan left angry, his return not quite clear,
Once again there would be no playoffs to celebrate this year.
Sadness filled Gary’s eyes, as he bore a large frown,
“A change is needed” he said “to turn things around.”
“Let’s pray for a miracle and have faith in the Skins,
A lot of luck will be needed, in order to get more wins.”
When out on the filed, there arose such a clatter,
I saw a shed in the distance, with a light on and a ladder.
I climbed up the plank and peered in the door way
It was Grimm and Bostic and one they called “El Presidente”.
A crapulous Riggo emerged from the shadow,
With a determined look on his face, ready for battle.
“Things haven’t been the same” he said “since we lost Jack.”
“We’re taking back our team, I’m bored I’m broke and I’m back!”
“There’s no time like the present, we start right away”
“We’ll get B-Mitch in the house, and Tre Johnson can still play”
“The Posse’s back!” Gary yelled “here comes Ricky and Art”
“And I’ll carry the rock” Riggo said, as he let off a huge fart.
They would start their own team, and were bad to the bone.
No more over priced free agents, no more Southeast Jerome.
A team built through the draft, forming a solid foundation.
Soon the Super Bowl, would be their destination.
“Winner’s we will be,” Riggo yelled. “Champions I betcha!”
“No more Neon Deon, no more Adam Archuleta.”
“Let Dan spend his money and empty his pockets,
We’ll put him out of business, put an end to Johnny Rockets!”
There will be no football this year, in the dead of winter.
DeAngello Hall’s signing autographs at Dulles Town Center.
“We can fix this losing trend, this I do believe”.
“We will right this ship, while we don our best fatigues”.
“Our dominance begins, following the National Anthem”.
“Darrell Green will lock down their receivers, Wilbur Marshall will pants em’”
“With Dexter and Mann on defense our core,
We’ll play tough hard nosed football, put an end to the 3-4″.
“We’ll win with grace and dignity, style and class,
Sam Huff will call our games, he’ll kick your ass.”
“Vince Lombardi our coach, his ghost will surely guide us”.
Onto the field we march, amidst roars of “We want Dallas!”
I looked on in amazement, here I must be dreaming.
Are they really coming back, or had I one too many Martini’s?
“Believe your eye’s” Riggo said, and it will surely happen,”
“Not only am I the Diesel, but they also call me Santa”
The Five O’clock club neared its end, the hogs jumped out from the shed.
Then they all suited up, boarded a flying tackling sled.
Eager they were, quite a confident jubilee
They yelled “Hail Redskins to all, and to all Victory”!
Riggo sprang to the sled, the Hogs huffed and snorted,
And away they flew, their plan would not be thwarted.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight
“Happy Christmas Redskins fans, and get ready for a fight”!
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