A Visit From The Wiz..A Billiken Xmas Story

[The Wiz]

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the Fetz

Nothing  was stirring, not even the nets;

The banners were hung from the rafters with care,

In hopes that The Wiz would soon be there;

The fans were nestled all snug in their seats;

With visions of Bills wins, while they munched on their treats.

And Mama in her sweatshirt, and I in Bills blue

Had just settled in to watch a basket or two.

When on Compton and 40 there arose such a clatter, 

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash

And then flung open the door, in a very mad dash

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,, 

But a basketball team as quick as reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and all biz,

I knew in a moment it must be The Wiz.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

Now! Collins,  now! Jimerson,  now! Pickett, oh my lord,

On! Okoro,  on! Thatch,  on! Perkins, and Ford;

To the top of Gate A ! To the top of the wall !

" Now dash away ! Dash away ! Dash away all !"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 

When  they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the arena top the coursers they flew,

With a sleigh load of stats and The Wiz too:

And then in a twinkling I heard on the floor

The bouncing of b-balls making baskets galore.

As I drew in  my head, and was turning around,

Down Section 103 The Wiz came with a bound:

He was dressed all in Bills gear, from his head to his toe,

And his clothes were all blue, he was ready to go;

A bundle of spreads was flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack: 

His eyes- how they twinkled ! His dimples: how merry,

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face, and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly:

He was chubby and plump,  a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know that The Wiz had a spread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And calculated point spreads, ; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose

And giving a nod,…  BAM …up the concourse he rose.

He sprang in the Chaifetz , to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle:

But I heard him exclaim, as he shouted out clear--

BILLIKENS WILL WIN,   IT WILL BE BETTER NEXT YEAR

To all that follow the Billiken Biz

Merry Christmas to all , best wishes from The Wiz

[CenHudDude]

Merry Christmas Wiz.

[gister]

Thanks Wiz!!!  Merry Christmas to all.

[billikenbill]

My chance to enjoy A Visit From The Wiz… A Billiken Christmas Story aka C2EAVFTW… ABCS = 100%!!

Thanks to The Wiz and Merry Christmas to Billikens everywhere!

[White Pelican]

 IT WILL BE BETTER NEXT YEAR

Seems the same story, every year.

[CenHudDude]

By next year, I hope the Wiz means 2022, not the 2022 - 2023 season.

[Old guy]

Merry Christmas everyone.

[The Wiz]

Merry Christmas to all 

And to all a good night