‘Twas the night before Coltsmas,
When all through Lucas Oil,
Came the offseason roster,
For which Chris Ballard had toiled.
The endzone was painted,
The most beautiful blue,
Hoping the Colts would cross it,
If just #ForTheShoe.
The players were nestled,
All sung in their beds,
While visions of a division championship,
Danced in their heads,
With Buckner in his helmet,
And fans in their officially licensed gear,
All were expecting,
A glorious end to the year.
When out on the field,
A player fell on the turf,
Another concussion?