Twas the Night before the Christmas Cup, when all through Atlanta
Not a player was stirring (and no pub crawls with Santa)
The t-shirts were ready, the pitch set to go
Awaiting the teams that would make a big show
The managers were nestled all snug in their beds
With visions of victory dreaming in their heads.
Liverpool’s rank, at the top of the league,
Had bred SLOTs of confidence, of which they would need
With prayers for good weather, with little or no rain
And to score the winner, in off the frame
After tossing and turning all the night long
They soon stood together, singing the song
Familiar notes filled the air, from one trumpet lone,
Our memorial song, You’ll Never Walk Alone
A city united at Christmas, for good cause,
To celebrate good tidings, to reflect and to pause.
We thank all of our sponsors whose grace is essential
To ensure this day, each year, is eventful.
With thanks to players who endow such largesse
So generous each year to make the Cup a success
To help others in need during this season of festivity,
And to remember those from our soccer community.
“Santa sprang to his sleigh and gave the ref a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night”