12/25/2025
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the North
The Bytown Boys gathered to bring their song forth.
The scarves were all hung by the railings with care,
In hopes that a trophy soon would be there.
The veterans remembered the days of the Fury,
When we marched for the Capital City, full of story.
Through the NASL heartbreaks and leagues gone away,
We kept the flame burning for a much better day.
We remembered the legends and the clubs of the past,
Knowing one day a title would find us at last.
Then out on the pitch there arose such a clatter,
The Dub stood together—the only thing that mattered!
The red and the white of Atlético shone,
On a squad of new heroes who made Ottawa home.
The drum started beating, the smoke filled the air,
The spirit of Bytown was felt everywhere.
With a gaffer so stoic, his tactics so keen,
The sharpest XI that the capital's seen!
"Now Didić! Now Antoniuk! Walker and Reid!
On Tissot! On Zapater! Take the final we need!"
To the top of the table! To the ultimate fight!
With the Bytown Boys chanting with all of their might!
We remember that Final—the roar of the crowd,
The City of Ottawa never so proud.
No "almost" this season, no "close but no prize,"
Just the glimmer of gold reflected in eyes.
The whistle blew loud, the job was all done,
The North was united, the trophy was won!
The history of Bytown is written in sweat,
From the Fury’s first goal to the greatest day yet.
So we’ll drink to the banners and the champions we've become,
The Bytown Boys family—forever as one.
He sprang to his feet, gave his scarf a big swing,
And we joined in the chorus that winners all sing:
"Happy Christmas to all, and to the Champions of the North, a goodnight!"