The following is a poem written by normal columnist Janae Rempel about the Kansas City Chiefs.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, OhAnd all through the Chiefs crowd
The fan base was stirring,
For a trophy in the house.
The stockings were hung
By the chimney by Ware,
In hopes that another win
Soon would be there.
The receivers were ready
All snug in their beds,
While visions of Mahomes
Danced in their heads;
And Pat with his ketchup,
And Hill with his speed,
Were the perfect combination
To give us the lead.
Then down the sideline
There arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch
To see what was the matter.
Away toward the end zone
Tyreek flew like a flash,
He tore across the turf
And caught Patrick’s pass.
The touchdown reception
Of the laser-quick throw
Gave a reason for cheering
To Chiefs Kingdom to echo.
When what to my wondering
Eyes did appear,
But a top-ranked tight end
Leading the cheer.
With a shake of the hips
So lively and quick,
I knew in a moment
We’d again move the sticks.
More rapid than Eagles
His teammates they came,
Kelce danced, and shouted,
And called them by name:
“Now, Williams! Now, Ware!
Now, Watkins and Fisher!
On, Schwartz! On, Morse!
On, Hill and Mahomes!
To the top of the west!
To the top of the AFC!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away, all!”
As teams that before
The Super Bowl know,
All phases must be sound
When they meet with a foe.
So on to the playoffs
The Chiefs they all flew,
With an offense full of weapons,
And Andy Reid, too—
And then, in a twinkling,
I heard on the radio
Mitch Holthus’ call,
Of Hill’s touchdown show.
As I drew in my head,
And turned toward the sound,
Down the sideline Andy Reid
Came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red
From his head to his foot,
And his mustache was groomed
Down to the root;
A bundle of plays
He had on his sheet,
And he looked like Saint Nick
Eating KC barbecue meat.
His eyes—how they twinkled!
His dimples, how merry!
As he stood on the sideline
And celebrated with Berry.
The Chiefs’ next scoring drive
Was drawn up for Mahomes,
And the plays on Reid’s sheet
Were full of Xs and Os.
The O-line blocked well,
As Hill cut back to his right,
Defenders they circled
But Tyreek sprinted away out of sight.
A smile lit Reid’s face,
As he watched in delight.
Tyreek’s just too fast,
Like the speed of light.
A wink of Reid’s eye
And a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know
I had nothing but the defense to dread;
Speaking highly of his quarterback,
He went back to his book,
To draw up another play;
Then turned around to look.
And laying his eyes
On Patrick Mahomes,
He gave a slight nod,
To let his QB lead the show.
Mahomes sprang to the line
To his team gave a whistle,
And down the field they all flew
On first down, with no issue.
I heard Reid exclaim
As his team played with Atlanta in sight-
“Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night!”
Janae Rempel writes Marion Sports and is a columnist for the Hillsboro Free Press.
