‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Bay,
Not a fan thought the Niners could defeat Chicago that day;
Some hoped they wouldn’t, so there’d be higher draft picks for choosing,
Others said, “Screw that, winning’s better than losing”;
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would throw strikes through the air;
The fans were nestled all snug on their couch,
With visions of Trubisky playing like a slouch;
And Lynch with his mai-tais, and Kyle in his cap,
Had just settled in to await the first snap;
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a smallish QB, with stats worthy of fear;
With an arm not that strong, but especially quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St Nick.