'Twas the night before Santa, when all through the school Not a tiger was roaring, no jumping jacks too; The ornaments hung by the tinsel with care, In hopes that Professor soon would be there; The tigers at home snug in their beds, While visions of triangles danced in their heads; and mamma in her 'kerchief, and pop in his cap, Had just settled their brains for a cold Colorado nap, When up above the mats there arose such a clatter, ADT called Peter's phone to ask what's the matter. Away in his Audi he flew like a flash, Tore open the academy and checked out the mats. When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, But the legends of Gracie and Maeda all there, With what looked so real, so lively and quick, Professor knew in a moment it couldn't be it. Then they spoke and asked Peter, "do you want to roll? "of course," he stuttered, cold from the snow. They taught bjj secrets, from long, long ago, and mentioned, "please share these with all that you know." With quickness and hurry, they scattered about, in a flash, there was no one except for his doubt. Had he really seen Gracie's and those from the past, or was it all just a dream that had came like a flash. Arriving back home, parking his sled. Climbing the stairs to get back into bed. He turned off the candle, exclaiming goodnight, thinking no one will believe, what happened this night. When all of a sudden, he sprung to his feet. "I believe in black belts," he was singing with glee, Every Tiger can do it, if they also believe. Then up to his rooftop he climbed in the storm to scream to the Tigers, that this world is yours. Happy holidays to all, to all a good night. I'm always your Professor, you heard me just right, Even after I tie a black belt around your waist tight.