A poster by the screen name of "countryboar" on my favorite Razorback web site, HogCall.com, sat down and re-wrote this old classic. A little poem for Razorback fans.


‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the town,
Not a single Razorback fan was wearing a frown;
Rooms were reserved and tickets were bought,
A Cotton Bowl Trophy is actively sought.

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With visions of a Natianal Title in the season twenty-twelve.
And I, after wrapping a new Hogs cap,
Had just settled down for a nice long nap.

When out on the lawn was a thunderous roar,
The Arkansas fight song, Woo Pig Sooie and more;
I quickly got up and rushed from my bed,
Sounds of Razorback Stadium being heard in my head.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of stadium lights below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But members of the football team, in full Razorback gear.

With a determined driver, from what I could see,
I knew in a moment it must be Coach P;
With hopes for a bowl win his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

“Now Wilson,  Now Childs, Coleman, Wingo and Wright!
On, Franklin ! On, Bequette !  Let’s put up a fight!
To the top of the roof!  Let’s play some football!
It’s practice time!  Practice time!  Practice for all!"

As quick as Joe Adams can run 99 yards,
They jumped in the team bus and headed upwards;
Up to the house-top the players they flew,
With a bus full of gear, and Coach Petrino too.

And then, from Wilson, I heard overhead,
The sound of a play call as practice was led;
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Coach P came with a bound.

He was dressed all in red, from his head to his toes,
Decked in his best Razorback clothes;
A bag full of footballs was flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes – how they twinkled! His smile how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His headpiece was on and it started to crackle,
With orders like pump fake, and handoff, and tackle.

I looked at Coach P, and then said with a sigh,
“This season’s missed assignments and refs made me cry;
But, with all of the talent we have on this team,
It’s definitely enough to make this fan dream;
We struggled some this year for whatever reason,
Please say we win our bowl game and beat Bama & LSU next season!”

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke no words, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And just as he was leaving, he spoke with no fear,
Exactly what this Razorback fan wanted to hear;
“We’re laying a strong foundation for many great years,
This season is over. We're focused on New Year's;
A bowl win, a strong class and hopefully Knile's return,
Will give our competition next year plenty of concern.”

Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his bus, to his team gave a yell,
And away they all flew like “Hogs outta hell”!

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove through the snow,
“Merry Christmas to All and “Go Hogs Go”!!!”