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A Visit from Jalen Tabor-with apologies to Clement Moore

A little something I was playing with earlier

'Twas the night before Signing Day, when all through Gossett
not a creature was sleeping, not even Testudo.
The scholarships were hung by the fax machine with care,
In hopes that Jalen Tabor soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of National Championships danced in their heads.
And Locksley in his sweatshirt, and Edsall in his cap,
Had just woken up for a long winter's nap.
When out in Byrd Stadium there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the newly-mowed field
Gave the lustre of mid-day for new toys to yield.
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sled, and eight local recruits.
With a sophmore driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Jalen Tabor.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
"Now, GOLDMAN! now, DARBY! now, READER and REID!
On, SPENCE! on RIPPY! on, CYRUS and WES!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of recruits, and Jalen Tabor too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each new recruit.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Jalen Tabor came with a bound.
He was dressed all in Maryland Pride, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
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,
"LOCK DOWN THE DMV, AND WE WON'T LOOSE IN 20 YEARS."

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