'TWAS THE DAY before Christmas
And all through the Boroughs
They donned their sky-blue
And munched subway churros.
Their hopes were all hung
On Vieira, in fact,
Knowing well his career
With trophies was packed.
Gone were the ghosts
Of old Kreismas past,
As twenty-sixteen
Approached oh-so-fast.
The squad, having won
Its last exhibition
Was raring to go,
To bring dreams to fruition.
Our inaugural year
Had its moments of fright,
As injuries struck
And stretched the team tight.