NFC East Notes: Cowboys, Eagles, Giants, Redskins

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS………..

Twas’ the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the MetLife House.
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Mara nor mouse.
The team jerseys were hung by their lockers with care.
In hopes that the next opponent would never appear.
Eli and Shurmur were nestled all snug in their beds.
While visions of another losing season danced in their heads.
And Shurmur in his headset with Eli on his lap.
They had just settled their brains on a long offseason nap.
When out on the field they heard such a clatter.
They both ran to the field to see what was the matter.
Away to the lockers they both flew like a flash.
They tore up the 2018 play books and threw them in the trash.
The moon on the breast of a fresh painted field.
Gave the luster of another football season failed.
When to their wondering eyes. What should appear?
But a miniature sleigh, with eight GMEN reindeer.
With an ole’ driver named St. Gettleman so lively and quick.
They knew at that moment, the GMEN were a 2019 top 10 pick.
More rabid than an Eagles’ defense, his coursers they came.
And St. Gettleman whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now! Barkley, Now! Engram, Now! Shepard and Beckham.
On! Hill, On! Tomlinson, On! Ogle tree and Carter.
To the top of the the stands, to the top of the stadium rafter.
As snowflakes do before the snowstorm fly.
When their met with an obstacle mount to the sky.
So up to the stadium top the coursers they flew.
With a sleighful of 2018 failures and St. Gettleman TOO!
And then in a twinkling, Eli and Shurmur heard on the roof.
The bitching and whining of each in the group.
As they drew in their heads and were turning around.
Down the chimney of MetLife stadium came St. Gettleman abound.
He was dressed all in blue from his head to his foot.
And his clothes were all covered with dried tears and some soot.
With a bundle of 2018 failures, flung on his back.
He looked like a misfit just trying to open his pack.
His eyes how they watered, his dimples not showing.
His cheeks were quite rowdy and his nose he was blowing.
His droll little mouth was droll and unhappy.
The color of his skin was a little pale and ashy.
The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth.
The puffs of smoke decked his head like a wreath.
He had a thin little face and little round belly.
That shook when he cried, like a bowl full of jelly.
As Eli and Shurmur laughed to themselves.
And in a blink of an eye and twist of his head.
He looked at Eli and Shurmur and gave them something to dread.
In only a few words said, “This happens in 2019 you both will be dead.”
He then went on with his work, filling all the lockers.
With 2019 homework and offensive line blockers.
He then pointed his fore finger and thumb to his head.
He then gave both a slight little nod and uttered, “remember what I said.”
Then up through the chimney St. Gettleman rose.
He sprung to his sleigh and gave his team a whistle and pose.
And away they all flew, destination who knows?
But Eli and Shurmur both heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight.
REMEMBER! “This happens next season you both will be gone next Christmas Night.”