A Tennessee Christmas: The Night Before Tennessee Christmas
By Sam Scott
Twas the night before Christmas,and all through Knoxville.
Not a Volunteer was stirring, not even on the Hill.
The Cleats were all hug, in lockers with tears.
For the Vols hadn’t been relevant, in a couple of years.
None could believe, they would fall from such height,
Rocky Top wasn’t loud,and Neyland was quiet.
Not a Fol Van would wager, that this was their fate,
for they hadn’t been ranked, since Two Thousand, and Eight.
Brief moments of glory, that soon were repealed,
if only there weren’t, 13 on that field.
Long gone were the days, of Manning to Kent,
Martin to Price, they came and they went.
A terrible season, Vol Fans were tired
they called for a change, and Fulmer was fired.
Then came Lane Kiffin, and trouble he brewed.
A year he was there, then Vol fans were screwed.
Let’s just play B-Ball, Pearl’s our dude,
But Bruce never learned, there’s no Barbeque.
What more could go wrong, will it last, how long,
Hamilton assured us, but soon he was gone.
Dooley, Cuonzo, Serrano and Hart,
the new cast of leaders, a brand new fresh start.
A rebuilding campaign, always has cost,
chins up Vol Fans, all is not lost.
If there is hope I can give you, at this Christmas time,
is to keep wearing orange, the sun will soon rise.
The bandwagons flee, to Bama and UF
don’t worry, it’s coming, they’ll miss what is next.
For Tennessee is coming, with vengence we ride,
the days will soon come, when Saban will cry.
And when dawn appears, with orange colors nigh
the boats will be sailing, with T’s flying high.
The Gators will run, the Tide will flee,
and we will all sing, home sweet home to me.
With that I leave you, I hope you don’t fright.
Big Orange, Go Vols, and to all a good night!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone. Go Vols.