A Christmas Tale for the Oakland A’s Fans

‘Twas the night before Christmas, in A’s Nation so true,
No spending in sight, not even a clue.

Stockings were hung with hope and with care,
$1.1 billion wished, floating in the air.

The Kavals snug in their castle, renderings amiss,
Fisher, Manfred, and Lombardi in the midst.

A quest for Vegas, holier than Thao,
The mayor stood tough, smarter than a bear in the snow.

“Call your team something else,” she declared,
A’s, untouched, in the desert not spared.

Broke, homeless, clueless, yet forward we plow,
April 2025, where will we play now?

Build the park on 9 acres, a map in demand,
Bally’s may fall, asbestos complaints to withstand.

Nine acres awaiting, a travel through hell,
For Fisher and Kaval, a stadium to sell.

Muller, Hoglund, Gelof in the mix,
Rebuilding the A’s, post the big selloff fix.

Free agents laugh at Forst’s bare coffers,
Concepts floated, luck in lottery suffers.

Dodgers thrive with store-bought glee,
A’s, luckless, in the lottery debris.

Boyle, Miller, Hernaiz with a vision,
Sugar plums dance, a playoff decision.

Butler, Soderstrom, Clarke on the rise,
Contend soon, a lark in our eyes.

St. Nick played by Allen, the good fight we’ll fight,
Happy A’s-mas to all, and to all a good night.

Happy Holidays, A’s Nation, come what may,
Together we stand, in green and gold array.