'Laxer the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a coach of a MIAA team.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that MIAA D1 AA Grandpa soon would be there. The lacrosse players were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of D1 offers danced in their heads.

And Mama in her 'Loyola Jersey, and I in my Carolina Blue cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap. When out on the roof there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed and dropped my stick to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutter, and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the stadium fresh turf gave the lustre of midday to the goals below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh being pulled by eight tiny D1 Coaches.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be MIAA D1 AA Grandpa. More rapid than a Hopkins Bluejay, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name: "Now Hopkins! Now Princeton! Now, Maryland and Yale! On, Virginia! On, Penn! On, Albany and Denver! Give out those multiple D1 offers before it is too late ! To the top of the Stadium! To the top of the wall! Now Wall Ball ! Now Wall Ball ! Now Wall ball for All !

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little D1 coaches cleat. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney MIAA D1 AA Grandpa came with a bound. He was dressed all in lax swag, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with logos and emblems from all the Top Clubs. A bundle of D1 offers hung from his back and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old MIAA D1 AA Grandpa, and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread and multiple D1 offers were heading my way.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled the stockings with multiple D1 offers and lax swag, then turned with a donk. And laying his finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod as only a MIAA D1 AA Grandpa could, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like D1 middies with multiple offers, But I heard him exclaim, 'as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good MIAA D1 AA Grandpa night!


Believe ! He is REAL !!