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With all due respect and copy rights to Clement Clarke Moore...
I wish all a very Merry Christmas or holiday of your worship. This along with a very Happy New Year.
We in The Husky Pack have already received our first and most important gift....
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Dog House
Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse;
The stockings were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that St. Diaco soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of championships danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn 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 moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Husky dogs dear,
With a little young driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Slick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Casey! now, Max! now Geremy and Deshon!
On, Graham! on,Obi! on, Shamar and Byron!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of trophies, and St. Diaco too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little paw.
As I drew in my head, and was turning and saw,
Down the chimney St. Diaco came with a bound.
He was dressed all in UCONN apparel, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of plays he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his beardless chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a whistle he held tight in his teeth,
And the sound of it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a very tight belly
That never shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was slim and not plump, a right jolly young elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, UCONN fans and to all a good night!”
I wish all a very Merry Christmas or holiday of your worship. This along with a very Happy New Year.
We in The Husky Pack have already received our first and most important gift....
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Dog House
Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse;
The stockings were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that St. Diaco soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of championships danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn 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 moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Husky dogs dear,
With a little young driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Slick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Casey! now, Max! now Geremy and Deshon!
On, Graham! on,Obi! on, Shamar and Byron!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of trophies, and St. Diaco too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little paw.
As I drew in my head, and was turning and saw,
Down the chimney St. Diaco came with a bound.
He was dressed all in UCONN apparel, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of plays he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his beardless chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a whistle he held tight in his teeth,
And the sound of it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a very tight belly
That never shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was slim and not plump, a right jolly young elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, UCONN fans and to all a good night!”
