clock menu more-arrow no yes mobile

Filed under:

'Twas the night before Gameday!

EastBayNinerFan took some time to put together this fantastic rendition of 'Twas the night before Christmas. The 49ers get ready to face the Packers Sunday afternoon, and we are all just a little bit excited!

Kirby Lee-USA TODAY Sports

Big thanks to EastBayNinerFan for putting this together. Earlier this week, he put together a 49ers take on Oh Captain! My Captain. I decided to ask him to put something together using 'Twas the Night Before Christmas, with a 49ers spin. Here is what he came up with. Excellent work, and one more reason to be psyched for Sunday's game!

'Twas the night before Gameday, when all through the Bay

Not a linebacker was stirring, not even Lemon_medium
The uniforms were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that Ed Hoculi soon would be there.

The Nation were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of pick-sixes danced in their heads.
And Fooch in his jersey, and red SF cap,
Had plugged in his laptop, and called it a wrap.

When out on the web there arose such a clatter,
Fooch sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the monitor he flew from his bed,
Tore open the browser and threw up the thread.

The sun on the gridiron of the new-mown grass
Gave the luster of mid-day to the fans with a pass.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big blowup helmet, and guys in Niner gear.

With a hyped up Coach, so crazy ga-ga,
I knew in a moment it must be Har-baugh.
More rapid than hyperloop, his front seven they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Cowboy! now, Raymac! now, Williams and Aldon!
On, Dorsey! On, Willis! on Brooks and Bow-man!
To the top of the huddle! to the face of the wall!
Now rush away! Rush away! Rush away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, they eat 'em like pie.
So up to the quarterback, the sackers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Sacks, and a pancake, too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard thru the hush
The tribal cry; "Who's got it better than us!"
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the line came Jed with a spring and a bound.

He was dressed in a suit, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all tarnished as if he'd been tackled by Bo
A bundle of Trophies he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an Owner, a real Crackerjack.

Vic's eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like iron, his nose like a ferry!
His droll little mouth was hinting "RIGHT NOW,
And the line of his chin was saying "AND HOW!"

The hilt of a {light} saber Trent held with ease,
And the mem'ry of its strokes doth cut thru cheese.
He hath a Jedi face and a battle hard'n'd stare
That cause those in it's line, to say the Lord's Prayer!

I-Dub is chubby and plump, a right jolly young self,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know Aaron has something to dread.

Q spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And caught the passes, then YAC'd with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He blew a bushy, right on Raji's toes.

Kap sprang to his huddle, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, down their routes to sizzle.
"But I heard him exclaim, before he won out of sight........
That's how we roll, to XLVIII book me a flight!"

with thanks to: Mrs.EBNF/ Fooch/ Burnin Davis. Musical thanks to:The Clash/ Cream/ Yes/ Thin Lizzy/ Frampton & last, but never least, Suzie Quatro.