Seven Fishes Tonight - Merry Christmas Eve

[BUSTAMOVE]

Have a great Christmas Eve to All of You

 

[Pape]

 

[Clonamery]

Have a great Christmas Eve to All of You

Yup, just hoping that there's not also 7 whiskies.

 

[Ian]

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone. Pretty low-key here tonight. We might watch the new Nate Bargatze special on Netflix that came out today later on…because we’re wild and crazy like that. But I think that’s about it.

 

[BUSTAMOVE]

Merry Christmas Eve to everyone. Pretty low-key here tonight. We might watch the new Nate Bargatze special on Netflix that came out today later on…because we’re wild and crazy like that. But I think that’s about it.

That guy is hilarious when he talks about husband and wife conversations
Enjoy

 

[BUSTAMOVE]

Yup, just hoping that there's not also 7 whiskies.

Always a little room for that

 

[Ghost of Autumn]

I was trying to come up with a patriots edition of "the night before Christmas", but no words in my 8th grade vocabulary rhyme with "patriots/Gillette/new England/razor" etc.

Ahh well. Merry Christmas all.

 

[Wax Frog]

I was trying to come up with a patriots edition of "the night before Christmas", but no words in my 8th grade vocabulary rhyme with "patriots/Gillette/new England/razor" etc.

Ahh well. Merry Christmas all.

You could always be lazy like me and let AI do the job (Grok, in this case):

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Gillette
Not a player was stirring, not even a vet;
The jerseys were hung by the locker with care,
In hopes that St. Mayo soon would be there;

The athletes were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Super Bowls danced in their heads;
And Maye in his helmet, and Jerod in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters 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 my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny deer,

With a little new coach, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Bourne! now, Douglas! now, Polk and Baker!
On, Henry! on, Hooper! on, Bell and Hasty!
To the top of the scoreboard! 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 house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of plays, and St. Mayo too.

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

He was dressed all in blue, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with grass and with soot;
A bundle of playbooks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a coach 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 of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a whistle 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 bowlful 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 I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the lockers, then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!"

 

[Ghost of Autumn]

You could always be lazy like me and let AI do the job (Grok, in this case):

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through GilletteNot a player was stirring, not even a vet;The jerseys were hung by the locker with care,In hopes that St. Mayo soon would be there;

The athletes were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of Super Bowls danced in their heads;And Maye in his helmet, and Jerod in his cap,Had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave the luster of mid-day to objects below,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny deer,

With a little new coach, so lively and quick,I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Bourne! now, Douglas! now, Polk and Baker!On, Henry! on, Hooper! on, Bell and Hasty!To the top of the scoreboard! 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 house-top the coursers they flew,With the sleigh full of plays, and St. Mayo too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roofThe prancing and pawing of each little hoof.As I drew in my head, and was turning around,Down the chimney St. Mayo came with a bound.

He was dressed all in blue, from his head to his foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with grass and with soot;A bundle of playbooks he had flung on his back,And he looked like a coach 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 of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a whistle 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 bowlful 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 I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,And filled all the lockers, then turned with a jerk,And laying his finger aside of his nose,And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!"

Lmao. That's amazing

 

[Wax Frog]

Lmao. That's amazing

It definitely came out better than expected.

 

[signbabybrady]

It definitely came out better than expected.

St. Mayo? You sure that wasn't Robyn Glaser on Behalf of Kraft?

 

[lancerman]

Very loud Italians doing the 7 fishes here. Enjoying the quiet while it lasts.

 

[Clonamery]

Lmao. That's amazing

Gronk is amazing.

 

[IcyPatriot]

 

[DaBruinz]

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy Kwanza to everyone.

 

[BUSTAMOVE]

Very loud Italians doing the 7 fishes here. Enjoying the quiet while it lasts.

When I go to my Italian family weddings
I look around and 199 out of the 200 people there are all talking at the same time
I was the lone one just watching in horror lol

 

[NormZauchin]

I was trying to come up with a patriots edition of "the night before Christmas", but no words in my 8th grade vocabulary rhyme with "patriots/Gillette/new England/razor" etc.

Ahh well. Merry Christmas all.

****ens "A Christmas Carol" fits pretty well with the Pats current situation. Billy Sullivan (instead of Jacob Marley) is the ghost who comes back to haunt a sleeping Bob Kraft (Ebenezer Scrooge). Sullivan tells Kraft that he - Sullivan - was too cheap in his lifetime as owner of the Patriots and now wanders the earth as a lost soul. The same fate awaits Kraft unless he opens up his pocketbook and brings in top coaches and free agents. Cole Strange plays the role of (not so) Tiny Tim, Bob Cratchit's son with the bad legs.

 

[stcjones]

Have a great Christmas Eve to All of You

You as well and all Pats fans!

 

[IcyPatriot]

When I go to my Italian family weddings
I look around and 199 out of the 200 people there are all talking at the same time
I was the lone one just watching in horror lol

I used to ask my mom ...
How do women talk and listen at the same time ... she always

 

[lancerman]

When I go to my Italian family weddings
I look around and 199 out of the 200 people there are all talking at the same time
I was the lone one just watching in horror lol

I just survived the horror.