Christmas for the Crew

[BigUmp56]

Twas the night before Christmas and down at the park,

No baseball was played, it was quite and dark.

All the umpires gear had been now stowed away,

As they await the return of a new baseball day.

The boards members had nestled all snug in their beds,

While dreams of new chest protectors danced in their heads.

They decided to put something new in their cap,

They'd resolved that this season they'd take no more crap.

As they lay there asleep and quietly slept,

Into their house a bizzare creature crept.

He moved about silent, methodic and slow,

Till he tripped on a baseball and stubbed his big toe.

He tried to refrain from releasing a shout.

He couldn't contain it, it had to come out!

He covered his mouth to diminish the noise.

Then he fell on his backside by tripping on toys.

He shouted a word that I dare not repeat,

The ump sprang from his bed and came full to his feet.

He crept down the stairs to confront this new foe,

And he should he find near the dim fire glow?

Twas a grizzled ole veteran from Christmas's past.

Ensuring his legacy would prosper and last.

And who do you suppose this old could veteran be?

Twas none other than Carl with a new BRD.

The new 2006 copies had been just put in print,

And this year he decided they'd be personally sent.

Carl smiled at the ump with his signature(grin)

Then he dashed out the door to not be seen again.

The umpire heard him as he drove out of site.

Merry Christmas to all and get the call right!!!

--Tim.