JSeahawks
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Twas two nights before Christmas up in Seattle
The Niners in town, Kaep would be rattled.
The 12th man flag was hung to the stadiums roar
In hopes of a Superbowl win like never before.
The fans were all dressed in their green and blue
With visions of Niners to a boisterous "BOO!"
With some in their #12's and other's in their #3's
The 12th man would bring Harbaugh to his knees.
When out on the field, Sherm got a fumble
He danced around, so far from humble.
Up to my feet I jumped in a hurry.
Gore staggered to the bench, his vision blurry.
The lights on the jerseys so fresh and new
Gave the luster of hope and dreams to come true.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
The 50 point offense, which now defenses fear.
With a little young QB, so lively with hustle
I knew in a moment it must be St. Russell.
More rapid then Seahawks his offense it came
As he signaled and shouted and called them by name.
Run Golden! Run Sidney! Run Miller and Baldwin!
Beat Aldon! Beat Justin! Beat Whitner and Golstin!
To the end of the field! Russ will throw you the ball!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly
The defensive backs, they got ran right by.
So up in the air the football it flew
To an open receiver, Wilson's read was true.
And then in a twinkling, it landed in Golden's hands
It looked like he'd score, strike up the band.
But he drew in his head and was turning around.
He got tackled by Willis, the ball was downed.
DangeRuss was dressed in blue, from his head to his feet,
The look in his eyes would not allow defeat.
The hopes of Hawk Nation was hung on his back
With the ball at the two they're ready to attack.
His eyes how they focused. His glare was so steady.
He'd watched film all week, so we knew he was ready.
His offense around him all huddled up tight
About to send Niner fans crying into the night.
He listened to the play radio'd into his head
The noise, it went quiet, nervous silence instead.
He knelt in the huddle, gave the play to the team
No nerves here, cool as ice he did seem.
He was short and small, a right elf like QB
But to be the best was his future destiny.
A clap of their hands, they ran up to the line
The intensity said it was game winning time.
He barked out his cadence, took the shotgun snap
Offered the ball to Lynch but pulled it out of his grasp.
It was a quarterback bootleg with no one around!
So into the endzone Wilson went with a bound.
He sprang for the score, the ref blew the whistle.
The game was over, down came the confetti and tinsel
But I heard Russell exclaim as the lockerroom he went in
Merry Christmas to All, and here comes a Super Bowl win!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays y'all
**Edit** Alternate ending for public demand:
He sprang for the score, the ref blew the whistle.
The game was over, down came the confetti and tinsel
But I heard Russell exclaim in his media talks
Merry Christmas to All, and let's go Hawks!!
The Niners in town, Kaep would be rattled.
The 12th man flag was hung to the stadiums roar
In hopes of a Superbowl win like never before.
The fans were all dressed in their green and blue
With visions of Niners to a boisterous "BOO!"
With some in their #12's and other's in their #3's
The 12th man would bring Harbaugh to his knees.
When out on the field, Sherm got a fumble
He danced around, so far from humble.
Up to my feet I jumped in a hurry.
Gore staggered to the bench, his vision blurry.
The lights on the jerseys so fresh and new
Gave the luster of hope and dreams to come true.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
The 50 point offense, which now defenses fear.
With a little young QB, so lively with hustle
I knew in a moment it must be St. Russell.
More rapid then Seahawks his offense it came
As he signaled and shouted and called them by name.
Run Golden! Run Sidney! Run Miller and Baldwin!
Beat Aldon! Beat Justin! Beat Whitner and Golstin!
To the end of the field! Russ will throw you the ball!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly
The defensive backs, they got ran right by.
So up in the air the football it flew
To an open receiver, Wilson's read was true.
And then in a twinkling, it landed in Golden's hands
It looked like he'd score, strike up the band.
But he drew in his head and was turning around.
He got tackled by Willis, the ball was downed.
DangeRuss was dressed in blue, from his head to his feet,
The look in his eyes would not allow defeat.
The hopes of Hawk Nation was hung on his back
With the ball at the two they're ready to attack.
His eyes how they focused. His glare was so steady.
He'd watched film all week, so we knew he was ready.
His offense around him all huddled up tight
About to send Niner fans crying into the night.
He listened to the play radio'd into his head
The noise, it went quiet, nervous silence instead.
He knelt in the huddle, gave the play to the team
No nerves here, cool as ice he did seem.
He was short and small, a right elf like QB
But to be the best was his future destiny.
A clap of their hands, they ran up to the line
The intensity said it was game winning time.
He barked out his cadence, took the shotgun snap
Offered the ball to Lynch but pulled it out of his grasp.
It was a quarterback bootleg with no one around!
So into the endzone Wilson went with a bound.
He sprang for the score, the ref blew the whistle.
The game was over, down came the confetti and tinsel
But I heard Russell exclaim as the lockerroom he went in
Merry Christmas to All, and here comes a Super Bowl win!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays y'all
**Edit** Alternate ending for public demand:
He sprang for the score, the ref blew the whistle.
The game was over, down came the confetti and tinsel
But I heard Russell exclaim in his media talks
Merry Christmas to All, and let's go Hawks!!
