Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the city,
Not a Colt fan was a stirring, it was such a pity
The playoffs were set, with a bye all secure,
Yet the Indy fans felt 16-0's great allure
The DEs were resting, with Peyton on the sidelines
While visions of a 4th MVP just wouldn't fit my rhyme.
The kids in their jerseys and I in my cap
Watched Curtis Painter on the field, taking a crap
Up on the scoreboard, our hopes took a batter
As the 3rd string left Painter in the pocket, to splatter
Away from the game, I clicked like a flash
As my post holiday cheer started to crash
A pall set in on the crest fallen crowd,
As defeat covered the Luke like a burial shroud
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
Santa Jim Caldwell yelling for all to hear!
"On Peyton, on Reggie, on Saturday and Joe!
Off Painter, off Baskett, off, Simpson and Ugoh!"
As dry leaves that before the hurricane must fly,
When met with a deficit, mount to the sky!
Up over the Jet’s defense, the passes they flew
And instead of trailing by 9, it was cut to just two!
Then Freeney arrived with with a bone jarring crack
And left poor young Sanchez, stripped with a sack.
Brackett tumbled toward the ball without tarry,
and scooped it up quick, like a yummy Christmas cherry.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly,
and rumbled for 15 yards like bat out of helly.
The crowd spoke not a word as the offense went to work,
To leave the Jet’s coach crying, that loud mouthed jerk.
As Peyton fit in one more pass to Garcon right on the nose,
Everyone's undefeated hopes at once all arose
He found Clark at the twenty on a pretty slant route
And turned to the ref to burn the last Indy timeout
Stover's kick split the uprights and passed from our sight
It's the 16-0 dream I keeping having, night after night.