Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a Husker was stirring, not even ‘Lil Red;
The stockings were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that Tom Osborne soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of championships danced in their heads;
And mamma in her pajamas, and I in my cob hat,
Had just settled down to watch Husker highlights,
When out on the lawn Sirius began playing,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.