Twas The Night Before RCTmas

Time again for the critically panned acclaimed end of year poem. Thanks to everyone for reading the site, especially you commenters. You’re what makes it fun. Happy Holidays.

Twas the night before RCTmas, and all through the site,

RCT readers were stirring, waiting for the night.

Your stockings were hung by the hoop with care,

Searching for Santa, who’d soon be there.

Oh the commenters were all nestled in their beds

Clasping their caps, while final four visions danced in their heads.

In the yard there arose quite a clatter,

And we all ran to see what was the matter.

Looking out, we saw some sort of car

I couldn’t tell, looking from afar.

Searching further, I saw the answer.

Moving closer, I saw Bill Self and his trusty reindeer, prancer.

Jumping up, he yelled and exclaimed,

On come all the gifts for the fans, calling them by name.

In Jesse Newell’s hands he dropped more threes,

Now for David Beaty, a high school commit. Or three.

To KU fans in general, a final four trip.

Ho-ho-ho, no elite 8 slip.

Everyone enjoyed the gift a palooza,

Delivered just under the wire, Silvio De Sousa.

So at the end, he got up and leaped into the night

And yelled Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.