A Rugby Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,

Not a rugger was stirring, not even the little rugger wanna-be mouse.

The long socks were hung in the laundry room with care,

Along with jerseys and shorts, just one lonely pair.


 Little Mark was hoping for a new Gilbert ball,

In the Eagles colors, as he hoped for “the call”.

His head filled with dreams of a stadium in Indy,

Filled to the brim, just like at Wembley.

(Because there is more than auto racing in Indiana ☺ )


Little Lucy pictured herself more of an All Blacks fan,

Thinking the traditional black jersey would look really glam.

Also on her list for jolly ol’ St. Nick this year –

A nice Try On Rugby shirt, to add to her gear.


Little Rosie was the youngest, and would not be outdone;

She wanted a Wallaby hat to add to her fun.

(And to irritate her All Blacks fan sister…)

And while rugby may not be her game of choice,

She still enjoys watching, both the perils and joys.

(And helping with the social afterwards, testing the cookies…)


With Mama in her pj’s, and I in my scrumcap,

We settled in for the eve with the tele and a nightcap.

Christmas movies all around, to fill with good cheer,

And another view of Invictus, to bring in the new year.


Snow-covered pitches await a fresh spring,

Yearning for players, scrums and some rucking…

Knowing that one day stands will be filled

With fans cheering the Eagles, the team Rugby America built.


So from Mumscrum to you, may this season be bright;

Bringing peace, joy and love to all this holy night.

Many blessings we give that we call ourselves one,

Part of the Rugby America family, second to none.


Merry Christmas!