T’was three days after Christmas, when all through the house, not a Cowboys fan was stirring, not even a mouse.
Their jerseys were hung, by the fire with care, with hopes that Romo, soon would be there.
Chip Kelly was nestled, all snug in his bed, while visions of college football danced in his head.
With Hardy in his handcuffs, and Dez in his cap, they all settled down, for a long season’s nap.
When out on the 50, there arose such a clatter, the Redskins had taken the east, in the matter of an hour.
Away to the top, the Redskins flew like a flash, beat the Bills, next Eagles, in a 3.2 40 yard dash.
The Eagles were sinking to become a sub-par team, while the true beast in the east brought them to their knees.
The Cowboys fans clamored with ghosts of Christmas past, and prepared their cozy bed in the position of last.
Dez beat his mom while Bradford got sacked, and Romo hurt his little baby shoulder, two times, that’s a fact.
As the Eagles and Cowboys held each other tight, the Redskins pulled away in the east, Merry Christmas, good night!