‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the organization
Not a player was signing, not even for our elation;
The roster was crafted with care,
In hopes that St. Luhnow soon would be there;
The Astros fans were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Free Agents and Trades danced in their heads;
And Crane in his checkbook, with eyes on the salary cap,
Wondering which Free Agents Luhnow would tap,
When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.