‘Twas the day before Christmas, and all through Broncos Nation,
We orange-clad fans are feeling some elation.
Another AFC West banner, hung at Dove Valley,
In hopes that Lombardi soon would be next.
Bronconians are nestled all snug in our beds,
While visions of a third trophy dance in our heads.
With Peyton in the shotgun, and Knowshon in the back
He just called audibled for the next offensive snap.
When out in the flat, there opened much space,
I sprang from my Lazy Boy with a grin on my face.
Away to the end zone, D.T. ran like a flash,
Tore through the defense and scored in a dash.
The look on their faces, jaws fallen like snow,
Was the look of defeat that we’ve all come to know.
When, what to our wondering eyes should see,
But NFL records falling like a freshly cut tree.
With a big ‘ol Q.B., who can strike oh, so quick,
Seven points in a moment, to any weapon he picks.
More rapid than eagles his receivers so game
He changed the play at the line and called them by name;
“(OMAHA….OMAHA…HURRY…HURRY..) Now, Knowshon! Now, Demaryius! Now, Julius and Welker! On, Dreessen! On, Tamme!, On, Bubba and Decker!
To the slot, to the post, to the cross, and the flat,
Now dash away, get separation, and I’ll find where you’re at!”
Then our defense comes out, they bend but don’t break,
As they keep playing on, toward that one big mistake.
So up to the task, to get the ball back,
By punt, by turnover, and the occasional sack.
Manning gets it back and the offense starts ballin,’
Business as usual and the records start fallin’.
Touchdown’s in a season is no longer Brady’s.
Sorry there Tommy, but you still have your lady.
Yards in a season, about to fall with great ease,
Hey, we’re playing Oakland, sorry Drew Brees.
A bundle of records, both solo and team,
So many to count, it makes opponents scream.
All of that’s great, awesome, and nice
But if you’re satisfied, you’d better think twice.
The objective is simple, there’s only one thing,
The season’s a failure if we don’t win a ring.
John Elway made it clear, for everyone to see,
There’s only Peyton Manning, there is no “plan B.”
But for now we can bask, in a record-setting season
For in 2013, we have many a reason.
Peyton and the offense own most of the marks,
But alas, it was our kicker creating plenty of sparks.
He’s not been given a nickname, pithy or clever,
He’s just Matt Prater. 64 yards? Yeah, ha ha, whatever!
But all has not been sunshine and roses
Key injuries, to key players, from their heads to their toeses (I know, but it rhymes)
There is no doubt, it’s gonna be a haul,
If we’re going to achieve our ultimate goal.
United in orange, from Ft. Collins to Pikes Peak
All we want for Christmas is a parade down 17th street.
So from us here at Predominantly Orange, both old and young
“Merry Christmas to all, and C’MON YOU BRONCOS, LET’S GET THE JOB DONE!”