'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the nation
Furman Elite trained hard, through cold weather frustration.
Craig went northeast to the so-called Garden State.
I'm not sure if Bridget joined, probably left her in the crate.
Nicole traveled north to her home state of Michigan.
That cat seriously better not scratch my chest again.
It was off to the See's for Furman Elite's favorite pair.
I'd love to see the Christmas sweaters Heidi makes Jeff wear.
For Jack, family was near, in the town of Chapel Hill.
A good thing, as he's likely tying his shoes still.
Stephanie roamed the land, traveling who knows where.
T. Paste has no boundaries, no bad days and little hair.
Surely Wilkerson rests at a ranch in the south
Shooting skeet, eating duck, hardly moving his mouth.
Back in Ohio, Cory plays his PS4.
I wonder if he can do grass field loops any more.
Lee and I argue, sometimes intensely debate.
He's probably happy back in 'Bama where I can't make him irate.
The Chad likely slumbers, fatigued from our nonsense.
Actually, probably not, as I keep having to move those hurdles myself; it's quite intense.
RG and the gang are back in Chicago, the place of his birth.
Hopefully enough eggnog and he'll forget about 15 by K on the first.
That last one was a questionable rhyme, but it's okay.
I'd just be happy to celebrate New Years the right way.
As for your humble author, Brail and I are just great.
He has a certain surgery upon our return so we're hastily searching for a mate.
So to my family, friends, and those many I've yet to meet:
Happy Holidays and New Year from Furman Elite!
Furman Elite trained hard, through cold weather frustration.
Craig went northeast to the so-called Garden State.
I'm not sure if Bridget joined, probably left her in the crate.
Nicole traveled north to her home state of Michigan.
That cat seriously better not scratch my chest again.
It was off to the See's for Furman Elite's favorite pair.
I'd love to see the Christmas sweaters Heidi makes Jeff wear.
For Jack, family was near, in the town of Chapel Hill.
A good thing, as he's likely tying his shoes still.
Stephanie roamed the land, traveling who knows where.
T. Paste has no boundaries, no bad days and little hair.
Surely Wilkerson rests at a ranch in the south
Shooting skeet, eating duck, hardly moving his mouth.
Back in Ohio, Cory plays his PS4.
I wonder if he can do grass field loops any more.
Lee and I argue, sometimes intensely debate.
He's probably happy back in 'Bama where I can't make him irate.
The Chad likely slumbers, fatigued from our nonsense.
Actually, probably not, as I keep having to move those hurdles myself; it's quite intense.
RG and the gang are back in Chicago, the place of his birth.
Hopefully enough eggnog and he'll forget about 15 by K on the first.
That last one was a questionable rhyme, but it's okay.
I'd just be happy to celebrate New Years the right way.
As for your humble author, Brail and I are just great.
He has a certain surgery upon our return so we're hastily searching for a mate.
So to my family, friends, and those many I've yet to meet:
Happy Holidays and New Year from Furman Elite!
-Michael
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