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'Twas The Night Before Signing Day

A 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.


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