A LarryTheGM.com Holiday Tradition like no other.
A tribute to the 'Twas The Night Before Christmas Poem by Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston Jr.
‘Twas the night before signing day, when all through the land
Not a story was leaking, not even a big flip plan;
The fax machines were plugged in with great care
In hopes that LOIs soon would be there;
The recruits were nested all snug in their beds,
While visions of NIL deals danced in their heads;
And mamma in her jersey, and dad in his cap,
Had just settled in their brains the fall games on tap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
The recruit sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a dash,
Tore open the drapes and took selfies with flash.
The TV trucks on the lawn among the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of the soon mid-day signing show.
When what to the recruit's wondering eyes did appear,
But hordes of reporters with scoops to break here,
With little phones ringing, and cameras a- humming,
We knew in a moment that a CFB playoff was coming.