‘Twas the night before Christmas,
When all through The Mike
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung in the goal posts with care,
In hope that Lady Victory soon would be there.
Players like; Mares, Ring, and Miller were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of soccer balls danced in their heads.
Coach Hank in his cap had just settled down
For a long winter’s nap.
When out on the turf there arose such a clatter,
Coach Hank sprang from his bead to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the press box window and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to Coach Hank’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a tall lady carrying a sword and shield.
As she stood in the middle of the pitch,
took off her sword and shield that had seen more battles than all the battles combined.
Unwrapped a simple checkered scarf and raised it high.
At the top of her lungs she proudly announced,
“Come on you boy’s in blue.”
Then, heard the cries of those who have longed protected the Circle City,
Quickly stuffed the player’s stockings with goals, assists, and saves,
And gave Coach Hank a good luck wink.
She rallied the 11th Regiment,
And away they flew like the down of a thistle,
To go rescue those in need.
But the team awoke just in time to hear her exclaim,
“Happy Christmas Indianapolis, and to all a good-night.”