Clemson Football || ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas

A few Clemson Tigers take a moment to share an updated version of one of Christmas' timeless poems. Written and Produced by DJ Gordon Filmed by Nik Conklin Twas the night before Christmas in Clemson’s Valley of awesome Not a creature was stirring, not even Shaq Lawson The helmets were hung by the lockers with care With the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there The players were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of new J’s, studio beats, & no pad 5 period practices danced in their heads And the strength staff in their jammies and Coach Batson in his cap Had just enjoyed beating South Carolina and prepared for a nap When out in the hallway, there arose such a clatter Coach Swinney sprang from his office to see what was the matter The light from the weight room gave off quite a shimmering glow And gave a luster of midday to objects below There was a man working out, hardly looking at all slim It was a man they called Coach V who was beasting in the gym When what to my wondering eyes did appear But a group of D-Linemen all dressed in workout gear With a burly old leader so close to Santa in his looks I knew in a moment it had to be Coach Brooks His facial hair trimmed thus giving me a pause ‘Cause he appeared like the summertime version of dear Santa Claus But wait it couldn’t be …another dear man I then saw Coach Caldwell, another semi-Santa looking man His cheeks were all rosy, his face held a smile And his O-Linemen could hold the most gifts by a mile But alas then came Santa, driving hard his reindeer QB’s signaled his landing with dual OC’s in their ear LETS GO LETS GO cried the Co-Coordinator Scott We haven’t a minute to waist and not a player to be forgot Coach Elliott had learned to call plays oh so quick He coordinated gifts to be gifted by a speedy St. Nick The presents came swiftly, to each locker seat Travel suits for the players for Orlando where they’d meet With grace and speed the Jolly elf did flee He left not a soul of coal, not for you, not for me Because here in Clemson, a special place in these hills Only greatness comes forth with victories and thrills The Christmas night faded as the moon lit the skies To the tune of a bright light that resembled Kalon’s eyes Santa shouted from his sled, to me and to you Merry Christmas tiger fans! The record’s sixty-six to forty-two!