A Pregame Carol

Broncos roasting on an open fire
Raiders dealing wicked blows
The Autumn Wind being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up in skulls and bones

Everybody knows a turkey we call Shanahan
Helps to make our season bright
Tiny Jake with his eyes all aglow
Will find it hard to sleep tonight

They know that D. Burgess is on his way
He's bringing lots of sacks and big hits on his sleigh
And every mother's child is gonna spy
To see if Denver really knows how to cry

And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To Donkeys one to ninety-two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas, we hate you.