‘Twas the night of Christmas, when all through NatsTown,

Posted on December 25, 2015 by Stephen G. "Ghost" Mears

‘Twas the night of Christmas, when all through NatsTown,
not a Free Agent was stirring, not even that Angelos [expletive deleted] clown.
The stockings were hung by the lockers with care,
in hopes that Blackmon or Span soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their jerseys of white and red,
while visions of a lefty lead-off man danced in their head.
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my Curly W cap,
had just settled our brains for a long Hot Stove’s nap.

When out on the Nats Park roof there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to log-on to Twitter to see all the chatter.
Away to Microsoft Windows, for a good muse,
quickly to the ‘net and Talk Nats, for Breaking News.

Time for a MASN Nationals classic on the TV,
Tunes played like Harper’s walk-up song glee,
a Throwback to The Best Is Yet To Come by Ole Blue Eyes,
a classic song for a MVP, no time for goodbyes,
when, what to my wondering eyes should be clear,
a towering Harp home run, hit so far the ball would disappear.

With a sprint around the bases, so lively and quick,
in a moment it’s time for the batting helmet off the head trick,
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called Bryce by his name:

“Now Dusty! Now Murphy!
Now, Trea Turner and all the Infielders!
Out, coMets, that’s so stupid,
On, Danny and Wolf Blitzer,
On Taylor, on Tony,
On Ryan, he’s no croney,
To the top of the standings!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!” 

As fresh cut grass, underneath the feet catching a fly,
when they meet with the sun monster, mount to the sky
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the Nats Park crowd full of joy, but not St. Louis too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the top
the prancing and pawing of each big bop.
As I drew in my head and was turning to see,
down went Yadi, Matt, and Peralta to K’s yessiree!

He was dressed all in high socks, from his knee to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with grass stains and dirt soot.
Carrying his team, he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a superstar, giving it his 2nd jack.

His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His hairy covered mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was perfect for the ‘Show’.
The thump of his bat he held tight in his hand,
and the swing it encircled his body with command.
JDub looked like a werewolf as he ran by Sean Kelley,
who shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

Buffalo spoke not a word, Scherzer went straight to his mound,
Max was back for the 9th with nary a sound.
Laying his fingers across the laces, a yell and a shout,
it was a screaming fastball, and another strikeout.

The crowd sprang to their feet, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they  in a pile near the mound like a missile.
Can you believe this, it’s another no-hitter, that’s right,

“Happy Christmas and Hanukkah and Season’s greetings to all, and to all a good night!”

Maybe we can get Wale to make that into a song and if you haven’t heard the Bryce Harper MVP song by Wale, it’s here  (expletives caution):

https://soundcloud.com/walefolarin/mvp-bryce-harper

Lyrics are here in case you need them like subtitles:

http://urbanislandz.com/2015/12/17/wale-mvp-bryce-harper-lyrics/ and you will notice Gio is spelled as Geo, but you get it.

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