[GeeTwo]

'Twas the night before kickoff, and all through the shop,
Not a tool was a'working, not even a mop.
Gearboxes were stowed next to motors with care,
Which spikes and motor controllers were ready to share.
Compressors, and pistons and tanks were all ready,
To meet the team's needs, whether violent or steady.
Then all of a sudden, there arose such a clatter,
I decrypted the manual to see what was the matter!
Away to the doc I flew like a flash,
Read all the details, and noted a clash!
The rules for scoring seemed one two three go,
But the actuality was clearly someting much mo',
Then! What to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Dean and Woodie with eight tiny reindeer?
And I heard them exclaim, as they flew out if sight,
"Merry FIRSTmas to all, and to all a good night!"