‘Twas the night of no Jiu-Jitsu, when all through the gym,
Not a grappler was choking, and the lights were dim.
The gis were all washed and hung with care,
In hopes that Jiu-Jitsu class soon would be there.
The BJJ students were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of armbars danced in their heads.
And Joe in his shorts, and I in my spats,
Had just finished rolling on our home mats.
When out on the lawn there arose such a sound,
I sprang from the mat to see what was around.
Away to the window I flew like The Flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the sash.
The moon on the mounds of Nebraska snow
Gave the glow of Vegas to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should I see,
But Santa Claus wanting to grapple with me!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his game,
And took my back, then soon the choke came.
By encircling his arms all around my neck,
And giving a squeeze, worse than Spock from Star Trek.
He sprang to his feet, and said to me, “Oss!
That was fun, although it wasn’t even close.”
Then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Jiu-Jitsu to all, and to all a good fight!”.