Twas the night before Chrismas, and all through the blog
everyone was drinking some wonderful egg nog.
The stockings were hung all over with care
in hopes that the great Selby soon would be there.
The authors were all snuggled tightly in their beds
with dreams of tons of pageviews and recs dancing in their heads.
and Denver in his jammies and Warden in his cap
read a great post by me, and of course gave me some dap.
When into the fanposts there arose such a clatter
and Bensa ran to see what was the matter.
Off to the fanposts I did hop
and I was treated to a Grad photoshop.
McMorris was dunking with a flaming finger, yes that one.
Some K State fans chided him but we know they're allergic to fun.
Next the comments, and what did we see
but a poster saying "Free Selby."
Out of the thread rose our leader once again
his name was Denver, aka Owen.
He gathered the commenters, and 'round they came.
He brought them all, calling them by name.
On Grad, on sax solo, on KC
On Penguin, on average gatsby.
On labba, on slam, on Ovechwin.
Sidney Crosby is way better than Ovechkin
As the monitor screens glowed blue
It was time for the commenters to do what they had to.
Out of their basements they crawled
the thought of which left them appalled.
Then over my head I heard a noise
and knew it was the boss to bring us our toys.
I went to the fire and put out the flame
and soon after down the chimney Denver came.
He was wearing a Jayhawk suit
Which unfortunately had accumulated some soot.
He had all of our gifts on his back
all jammed into a great big sack.
He looked up at Bensa, and threw him a law book.
Then Grad, to whom he simply said "the Packers suck."
That made us chuckle, and he looked at KC
saying "dont laugh, so does the name Sporting KC."
He looked at Warden, saying don't you fret,
and out he brought him a brand new helmet.
For slam there could be one gift only.
It of course was a bobblehead of Jeff Boschee.
It was almost time, but before it was time to flee
He gave the football team clocks that didn't go past 10:30.
Speaking of football, he had some ready made
it was for Rivet: a fresh batch of kool-aid.
It finally was time for him to depart
but he couldn't get his sleigh to start
So we all got out and pushed, and finally got it to go
and up into the sky it rose.
As it rose and rose he finally went out of sight
But not before we heard him shout "Merry Blogsmas to all, and to all a good night."