A classic Christmas poem, twisted for Michigan State fans
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Not a Spartan fan stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung and decorated with the Spartan logo
In hopes that St. Izzo would soon snap a photo
The players were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Final Fours danced in their heads
Kohler in his PJs, and Coop in his MSU cap
They had just settled down for a long winter's nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter
Away to the window they flew like a flash
Tore open the doors and threw up the sash
The moon on the Breslin, covered in new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of midday to objects below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a head coach and eight gigantic basketball players?
With a little old driver, so lively and ready to go
Well, they knew in a moment it must be Tom Izzo
More rapid than Final Four appearances his coursers they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name
"On, Magic! On, Richardson! On, Cassius! On, Mateen!
On, Skiles! On, Payne! On, Mo Pete and Draymond Green!
To the top of the rankings! To the top of college basketball!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
The big dance is coming where Cinderellas learn to fly
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky
So up to the Breslin rooftop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of cut nets, and Christmas Sweaters too
Then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each size 15 shoe
As they drew in their heads, and was turning around
Down the chimney Tom Izzo came with a bound
He was dressed all in Green, from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of trophies he had flung on his back
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack
His eyes, how they twinkled! His face was a tad scary!
His cheeks were like roses, and despite a win there was no merry!
His bags under his eyes drooped very low
And the hair on his head was as white as the snow
An angry snarl permanently on his face showing his teeth
And the rim it encircled his head like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he yelled, like a bowlful of jelly
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon made them know they had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
Preparing the team with a sly little smirk
And laying a finger to the tip of his nose
To the top of the Big Ten MSU rose
He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew to the top of the Big Ten hill
But I heard an exclaim, for fans of the team in blue it wasn’t so keen
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all, GO GREEN!"