‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land
Not a Husker was stirring, not even the craziest fan;
The trophies were hung in the stadium with care,
In hopes that a Championship soon would be here;

The fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of play-off births danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘jersey, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the T.V. to see what was the matter.
Away to the living room I flew like a flash,
Turned on the TV as it came on with a Breaking News Flash.

The man on the glass of the news casting show
Gave the news line of a new Husker Coach below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Coach named Scott Frost, next came a grin from ear to ear.,

With a brand new Head Coach., so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he made this hire slick.
More rapid than eagles these hires they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, CHINANDER! now, WALTERS! now, AUSTIN and BECKTON!
On, DAWSON! on DEWITT! on, VERDUZCO and FISHER!
To the top of the stadium! to the top of the poll!
Now coach away! coach away! coach away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild Nebraska wind fly,
When they hoisted their flags clear up to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the staff full of studs, and Scott Frost too.

And then, in a rustling, I heard on the news
The coaches would perform in the Peach Bowl too.
As I drew up my pride, and was dancing around,
Down the channel coach Frost came to pronounce.

He was dressed all in gray, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all nice even his Yeezys on foot;
A bundle of awards he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a champ who was leading his pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! his grin so stern and focused!
His cheeks were like roses, he hadn’t had a moments notice!
His droll little mouth was speaking such volume,
And the demeanor of Frost brought oh such a calm tune;

The pin of Nebraska he had popped on his collar,
And the fans they did chant, some hooted and hollared;
He had a broad face and a muscly body,
That did not shake, some Husker wives think he’s a hottie.

He was fit and strong, a right jolly old Husker,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of muster;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke such strong words, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the positions; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his heart all out on the line,
He gave us a nod, and promised, it’s our time;

He sprang to his office, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he coached for Nebraska alright,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

-Big Red Nation

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