T'was 3 days before Christmas, when all through the land
Not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse.
The dates are set days before with care,
In hopes that no mayhem would be there.
The real-heads were nestled all snugs in their beds,
While visions of Cool-Greys danced in their heads.
And many stands outside wearing their winter cap,
awaiting for them Jordans at the cost of missing their nap.