Call Sign's Annual Xmas Poem

'Twas the night before Christmas, all through JA land
Most were still posting, Curly still banned;
The stockings were well hung by the chimney in fear,
lock up your mothers, Pointy and CT will be here;

The bears were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Stevie G danced in their heads;
The Duke in his onesie, with WATP on his cap,
Ath has settled down for his long winter nap,

When out on the Celtic Way arose such a clatter,
Call Sign was looking for IE to batter.
Away to the night out Ginger flew like a flash,
Burst into the Admiral to see Laudrup in a sash.

The moon on the breast of the strange looking snow
Ghod had a sniff, “here we fvcking go",
When, what to Silver’s wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight Old Firm reindeer,

With a little old driver, carrying all of his bags,
Leaving in his drove it must be the Mags.
More rapid than eagles his scarfers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, BlueBell! now, ratsjuice! now, Coisty and tbbab!
On, Timmy! on Jimmy! on, POV and Irvine!
Back at the top of the league! we're having a ball!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

On a bed of dry leaves NNH was having his lunch,
A tomato marinated pork slice covered in bits,
JFK appeared and looked on with disgust,
It’s just a bacon sandwich ya daft p00ft!ts.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Admin came with a bound.

He was dressed all in donnay, from his head to his abs,
And his clothes were all tarnished with Newcastle brown ale and kebabs;
A poster of Mike Ashley he had flung on his back,
And he looked proper raging just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! Wee Joe was back and still nice!
His first article said, lads I need some advice!
Smid has now gone, he said the site was so droll,
You can come back now, Celtic are back on a roll.

The stump of a pipe Zach held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a red face and wanted her all to himself
No, not the tall model, just the wee elf..

Lauders was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
Elitewolf laughed when he saw him in spite of himself;
A wink of his eye and a look of trouble
I’ve had enough now, I’ve filtered you Bubble;

Big Eck spoke not a word, he gets on with his work,
And booked a trip to Algarve; just another perk,
Wee Jum was jealous but he tried to look cool,
The reality is he should have worked harder at school;

Call Sign sprang to his sleigh, to the JA team gave a whistle,
And all the team cheered, like a late winner at Thistle.
But I heard him exclaim to one and to all
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE, THANK GOD FOR FOOTBALL