Twas the night before RCTmas, and all through the blog
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Phog.
The nets were all hung on their rims with care
In hopes that St. Wiggins soon would be there.
The players were all nestled at their lockers
Dreaming of a bowl win - I know, they're off their rockers
And I in my (Boschee) jersey, and Mrs. Notkapowski in her cap
Had just settled in for a pre RCTmas nap.
When outside on Naismith there arose a clatter
I ran out to see what was the matter.
I peeked outside my window, opening my blinds
And looked outside, and what did I find?
It was a sleigh, pulled by eight reindeer
And out of nowhere did they appear.
And who do you think was on that sleigh, afloat?
Why no one other than Bill Self, wearing a giant red coat.
Those eight reindeer weren't reindeer at all
Instead they were hoops players, and boy were they tall.
Down from they sleigh they came,
With HCBS calling them by name:
"On Wiggins, on Frankamp, on Selden, on Embiid!"
"On Greene, On Black, on Tharpe, Pay Heed!"
And so up onto Allen Fieldhouse they flew
With the sleigh full of our presents, and HCBS too.
Into the Fieldhouse they roared
And out of his pack, the presents poured.
He gathered them up, and unveiled them one by one
Ensuring our RCTmas would be tons of fun.
For Tarik Black, no more fouls for he
And for Frankamp, the ability to make a three.
For Jayhawk nation, another year of Joel
Now that's what I call a Joyous Noel.
For the commenters he gave an off topic thread
And, rather than awful play calling, an actual offensive coordinator instead!
Speaking of football, the coaching situation is an oh no,
So let's place a call to Ken Niumatalolo.
Not speaking a word, Self finished his work
And gave our stockings one final twerk.
The Fieldhouse, as always, looked sublime
And so up to the roof Self did climb.
He sprang back to his sleigh and gave the team a shout
Who then told us "Peace, we're out."
We heard them exclaim, as they rose out of sight
Merry RCTmas to all, and to all a good night.