when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even an mouse.
The paint was fresh in the OOD after a Big XII championship share
The cats have high hopes that Ole Miss and not those gingers would soon would be there.
The cats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Martavious and dick flopping danced in their heads.
And oscar in his ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a 40 minute catnap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Tex Winters all senile and showing his rear
(I'm lazy and stopped here, keep going guys! go cats!)
Merry Christmas to you too beems! TSC!
