Twas the night before Christmas and all thru the Park
Not a creature was stirring---Great American was dark.
The rotation was set by the FO with care
In hopes that the "Missile" soon would be there.
The "Jock" he was nestled, with laptop in bed
While sights of relievers plum danced thru his head.
Shin-Soo Choo in his Reds cap, and I in mine, tooz,
Had just settled down for a post (Winter) meetings snooze.
When out on the field there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my couch to see what was the matter.
Out of the tunnel I flew in a flash
Tore my pajamas and my holiday sash.
The infield a blanket of new fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day and made the park glow.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear
But a Reds Caravan and a shipment of beer!
With a Reds-Suited driver at the head of the party
I knew in a moment it must be St. Marty.
More rapid than cheetahs the players they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
Now Hanigan, Now Devin, Now Corky for sure!
On Cueto, On Latos, on Arroyo, Lecure.
From the top of the stacks, from the top of the wall,
They came dashingly, dashingly, dashingly all!
As dependable fireman they answered the bell
And they flew to St. Marty to see what he'd tell.
So out of the tunnel these players they flew
To the Reds Caravan and the shipment of brew!
And then in a twinkling I saw flashes of white
That came from on high and lit up the dark night.
As we drew close in wonder, and turned 'round our heads,
Out climbed the poofy-haired Voice of the Reds.
He was dressed like a Santa from head to his foot
But his clothes were all spotless, and void of all soot.
A bundle of presents he had in his truck,
He was filled with the spirit---no negative schmuck.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his cheer.
Filling their mugs from his keg full of beer.
Then came a signal and as someone yelled "Boogy"
From his bag full of presents, he pulled out a "loogy"!
Then he sprang to his "sleigh" to his "team" gave a whistle
Then headed to "Cuba," to visit the "Missile".
But I heard him exclaim 'ere away that he sped
That 2013 is the year of the Red.

---RedRoser