The night before da Bear game and all through Packerland, not a creature was stirring not even the true Packer fan. All the stockings were hung next to the Lazyboy recliner chairs, hoping that Saint Nick would bring us a win against da Bears. My buddies were all home snug in their beds, with visions of a rout dancing in their heads. With hours to go before game time was near, the cheese trays were arranged and the ice was on the beer.

So me and my wife in her pink Green Bay Packer cap, had just settled down for a short pregame nap. And what to my dreaming eyes should I see but Favre and his boys scoring a TD. The Packer offense was whirling and making such a clatter that Chicago's blitzing defense didn't even matter. No pick offs or fumbles just a good running game, with Fisher and Herron and Henderson all called on by name.

With Donald and Robert all catching the ball, Away to the TV I flew to watch it all. More rapid than gazelles their routes they ran, one last time in his career Brett was the man. With a bag full of plays he had flung on his back, Favre looked like he used too when he was leading the Pack.

He threw to the left and he slung it to the right, he threw the screen pass and chucked out of sight.

Then laying a finger aside of his nose, up on the linemen's shoulders he rose, and we heard him exclaim as they carried him off among the loud cheer, "Merry Christmas to all, and I might be back next year!"

Merry Christmas!!