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'Twas the Night Before Transfers
Written by monty_radio on Friday, 22nd Dec 2017 20:23

‘Twas the night before Transfers, when all thro’ the house,
Not a rumour was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Marcus would surely be there;
Academy boys nestled snug in their beds,
While visions of Carabao danced in their heads.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and some tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively a carcass,
I knew in a moment it must be St Marcus.
More rapid than eagles his minions they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d ‘em by name:
“First Cleggy! Now Milney! The plan that sure tricks ‘em;
Financial Fair Play! Plan five points and we’ll fix ‘em!
“To the top of the league! To the top of them all!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

So up to the stand-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys - while St Marcus went too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
As they saw such a feast growing out of the stand:
There was moss, there was ivy – a feast was on hand.

Down the chimney St Marcus came on with a bound:
He looked just the ticket, from head to his foot,
An invisible cloak, yet marked out by the soot;
His bundle of toys there was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a pedlar just opening his pack:
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples how merry,
So sober a man to have been at the sherry;

He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread,
For ‘twas Milney who spoke and went straight to his work,
And emptied the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh; to his team gave a whistle,
And unwrapped loanees marked from Partick and Thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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PulhamBlue added 11:35 - Dec 25
Nice one, Monty. .. Merry Xmas

Stadiumofdark added 10:29 - Dec 29

Esseeja added 23:47 - Jan 6
Well they can only afford Loans for their house and Loanees for the club! Business? pfft
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