Here are a couple holiday ditties to cheer up sports fan.

First, imagine Mercedes Benz Stadium, the site of this year’s Super Bowl, being unable to close its roof because of a sudden, huge snowfall:

Twas the night before the Super Bowl and all through Atlanta

Not a spectator was stirring, not even Chargers fan Nana

The uniforms were all hung by the lockers with care

In the hopes the players soon would be there

Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

A snow plow driven by the groundskeeper,

A slight, grizzled old man,

who must have been a Falcons fan

And soaring faster than defending champ Eagles, his machine it came

As he shouted out, “Oh 30” and each yard line thereafter uncovered by name

And so out to the middle of the field the red machine sped

With the jolly worker chuckling, but his thoughts unsaid

Around in circles he went, clearing the center logo

Before the fellow dressed in fur leaped down, dancing a go-go;

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,

And used a broom to clear the last remnants of snow with a jerk,

And lay his finger aside of his nose,

He sneezed and gave a nod; back up the Zamboni he arose,

But I heard him shout out as he drove to ‘cross the field,

“Happy Super Bowl to all, now that the field is revealed!”

Then there is Nuttin’ For Christmas, an original 1955 ditty that surely will warm the heart of every parent.

I broke my bat on Johnny's head;

Somebody snitched on me.

I hid a frog in sister's bed;

Somebody snitched on me.

I spilled some ink on Mommy's rug;

I made Tommy eat a bug;

Bought some gum with a penny slug;

Somebody snitched on me.

Oh, I’m getting’ nuttin’ for Christmas

Mommy and Daddy are mad.

I’m getting nuttin’ for Christmas

'Cause I ain’t been nuttin’ but bad.

I put a tack on teacher’s chair

Somebody snitched on me.

I tied a knot in Susie’s hair

Somebody snitched on me.

I did a dance on Mommy’s plants

Climbed a tree and tore my pants

Filled the sugar bowl with ants

Somebody snitched on me.

So, I’m getting’ nuttin’ for Christmas

Mommy and Daddy are mad.

I’m getting’ nuttin’ for Christmas

'Cause I ain’t been nuttin’ but bad.

I won’t be seeing Santa Claus;

Somebody snitched on me.

He won’t come visit me because

Somebody snitched on me.

Next year I’ll be going straight;

Next year I’ll be good, just wait

I’d start now, but it’s too late;

Somebody snitched on me.

So you better be good whatever you do

'Cause if you’re bad, I’m warning you,

You'll get nuttin’ for Christmas.

Al Camp is sports editor for The Chronicle. Contact him at

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