Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the hood
Not a poster was posting, none were up to no good
The Boston entries had been mailed with care
In hopes old Ndorfnz would soon make it there
The loggers were nestled, their mouses to bed
While visions of LaBomba danced in their heads
And Bruce with his Ivan, and Will without shoes
Headed out through the woods dispelling the blues
When out at the Z there arose such a cry
Hey! Did you hear? Its the Ndorfnz Guy!!!!
Away to the Z we flew like a flash
An Icon to view, much like Pre's stash
The moon on the crunchy, styrofoam snow
Gave the luster of speed to the runner we know
When what to my wondering eyes did appear?
But Ndorfnz himself, eyes forward, no fear
That Ndorfnz legend, so lively so quick
I knew in a moment that this was no trick
More rapid than Stenger, his posse they came
Now SUtej! Now Stiffee! Now Tonya! Now Swain!
On leanto! On baldguy! He called them by name
Doing loops of the Z, running proud and tall
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
Like runners that at the starting gun fly
The competition heats up from the Ndorfnz guy
So to the top of the podium the marketers flew
With trophies and awards, and not just a few
And then in a twinkling I heard Phil say
Hey! Save some for my graduation day!
As I glanced at my watch, just checking the clock
The posse it grew, when joined by the good doc
Ndorfnz' singlet was all snowy and muddy
As he effortlessly flew by me and my buddy
A bundle of Hoodies he had flung on his back
He reminded us that good guys wear black
His lenz-how it captured the large and the small
Who could guess his mad skill was basketball
(or soccer or boxing, he can do it all!)
The stump of a Garmin he held in his teeth
Ones and zeros encricling his head like a wreath
He proclaimed the 5K, the 10K, the 12K were short
Announced it loud with a technical snort
Back to the calibrations you rascal you!
Another runguru course two inches too few
And I laughed when I saw Peg and them gumpin
The miles and miles churned from Jalan's legs pumpin
For a magical criteria made up award
A novelty race, nothing less, nothing more
And with his finger, straight up it rose
Up past his chin, on past his nose,
He sprang to his millie, his magical sled
And away they all flew, passing out creds
To all the good mates, asleep in their beds
But I heard him exclaim ere they milled out of sight
An Ndorfnz Christmas to all, and to all good-night!