"The Night Before Christmas," With Miguel Herrera As Santa
I wrote a poem about Miguel Herrera for Christmas. Here it is:
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, except for The Louse;
The plates were put out in the kitchen with care,
And piled with traditional Mexican fare;
Club Tijuana's players were snug in their beds,
While visions of La Clausura danced in their heads;
With a big red suit and a puffy red hat,