‘Twas the night before Sunday, when all through our town
No Bills player was fumbling, not even Bryce Brown;
Their jerseys were hung by their lockers with care,
In hopes that a pro-bowl quarterback soon would be there;
The Pegulas were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of One Buffalo danced in their heads;
And Coach Marrone in his visor, and Nathaniel Hackett in his cap,
Had just settled the O-line for a long winter’s nap,
When out near the field house there arose such a clatter,
Fred Jackson sprang from his bed wondering what was the matter.
Away to his window Sammy Watkins flew like a flash;
Mario Williams tore apart his shutters and demolished the sash.
The moon on the breast of the ever-falling snow,
Reminded every player that this was Buffalo,
When what to their wondering eyes did appear,
But a blue and silver sleigh stuffed with Patriots gear.
With a hooded driver so grim and thick-necked,
They knew right away it was Bill Belichick.
More rapid than Marquise Goodwin his players all came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Brady! now, Revis! now Slater and Stork!
On, Edelman! on, Vereen! on, Develin and LaFell!
We’re #1! Ring the victory bell!”
So up to every housetop they flew,
Their sleigh full of coal, and Gronkowski too—
And then, in a twinkling, the Patriots cried out in fear,
The presence of someone braver and mightier near.
Kyle Orton was sacked, Erik Pears tossed to the ground,
But onto the field Marv Levy came with a bound.
He was dressed in red, white, and blue from his head to his foot,
His costume soiled with wing sauce and soot.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His voice calm and steady, “What it takes to win is simple, it’s not easy.”
Everybody smiled. Classic Marv Levy.
Fans filled The Ralph, standing in every row,
The hair on Marv’s head as white as the snow.
“Fellas,” he said, in case his message wasn’t clear,
“It’s never too early to prepare for next year.”
He was a clean-shaven Santa, a right jolly old coach.
Everybody cheered, Boobie Dixon giving a toast.
A mere wink of Marv’s eye and a twist of his head
Soon let us know we had nothing to dread;
He spoke not of the past, but went straight to work,
Discussing the Draft with Doug Whaley, then turning with a jerk,
He thanked the coaches and players for working their hardest all year,
And for beating the Dolphins at home, while fans drank lots of beer.
Then he offered Belichick his hand before taking the Patriots’ sleigh,
Giving shout-outs to Jim and Thurman before flying away.
“Mafia!” he shouted to the whole world’s delight,
Then we heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Merry Christmas to all Bills fans, and to all Bills fans a good night!”