Happy Holidays from the Badgers!
December 22, 2011 | Volleyball
Dec. 22, 2011
MADISON, Wis. -When Coach Pete Waite and Director of Volleyball Operations Sheila Shaw put their heads together, interesting things can happen! The duo got together to write the Badger Volleyball version of the Twas the night before Christmas. Enjoy their creativity and have a very happy holiday season!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the "Field" House
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung on the locker room chairs,
In hopes that Coach Waite soon would be there.
The Badgers were nestled all snug in their beds,
As visions of beating Penn State danced in their heads.
Colleen in her `kerchief, and Brian in his cap,
Had just settled their families for a short winter's nap.
When out on the court there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.
Away up the ramp I few like a flash,
Only to see Glenn there emptying the trash.
The lights gave a shine on the new shiny floor,
And it caught my attention as I looked to the door.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny badgerdeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and great,
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Waite.
More rapid than Gophers his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Annemarie, Courtney! Now, Bailey and Deme!
On, Alexis! On, KT! On, Julie and Mary!
Fight, Dom! Fight, Crystal! Fight, Caroline and Lindsey!
Go, Ellen! Go, Nellie! Go Kirby, Kristy, Elle!
To the top of the Kohl! To the top of Bascom Hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
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 came Coach with a wonderful bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had 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 top of his head was as white as the snow.
His helpers were near to help out and be clever,
Elves Sheila and Walker were as helpful as ever,
But glance to the corner and take a quick looky,
It's elves Peter and Di over sneaking a cookie.
The stump of his whistle held tight in his teeth,
And the sound it emitted circled his head like a wreath.
He had a nice face but not much of a belly,
he's been watching his weight and passing on the jelly!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up to the scoreboard he rose!
Coach sprang to his clipboard, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, `ere he coached out of sight,
"Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good-night!"
