Author's Note: I wrote this around Christmas after watching WrestleMania 21 (which I bought) one night. It was originally a story for my brother- actually a gift. But he didn't like it. :'( Then someone told me that I should send it to Vince, but upon research, he doesn't take outside ideas. I tried anyway. That was two months ago. So I decided to put it here.
Enjoy.

'Twas the night before WrestleMania 21 and all through the arena

Not a wrestler was stirring, not even John Cena

The stage was all set in Hollywood with care

In hopes that the fans would soon be there

The wrestlers were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of world titles danced in their heads

And Teddy in his kerchief and I in my cap

Had just settled down for a pre-pay-per-view nap

When out in the stands there arose such a clatter

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter

Away to the ramp I flew like The Hurricane

Tore through stagehands and arrived at the exciting terrain

The moon on the breast of the freshly cleaned seats

Gave the luster of mid-day to the next day's treats

When what to my wondering eyes should see from afar

But a miniature ring and eight giant superstars!

With a wise old driver, from the Royal Rumble he was back

I knew instantly that it just had to be Vinnie Mac

More rapid than boxers, his wrestlers they came

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;

"Now Bradshaw! Now Batista! Now Mysterio and Guerrero!

"On Benoit! On Michaels! On Stratus and Chris Jericho!

"To the top of the building! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly

When they meet with a challenge, mount to the sky

So up to the housetop, the wrestlers, they flew

With a ring full of fans and Vince McMahon, too

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the stoop

The stomping and groaning of each big boot

As I drew in my hand and was turning around

Down the ramp way Vince McMahon came with a bound

He was dressed in a suit from his head to his foot

Not a bit, not a speck on his suit was soot

A bundle of cheering fans he had on his back

And he looked like the Big Show after a very large snack.

His eyes- how they twinkled! His hair- how gray!

His skin was like rags, he walked a funny way!

His wide open mouth was just like a toad

And the grin that it bared clearly said, "WrestleMania really sold!"

The stump of a cigar he held tight in his teeth

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath

He had a broad face and a skinny little body

I'll swear that he looked funny with his knees that were knobby!

He was a complete mitch -match, an eccentric old elf

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work

And filled all the seats; then turned with a jerk

And laying a finger aside his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose

He sprang to the ring, to his team gave a whistle

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle

But I heard him exclaim ere he rode out of sight…

"MERRY WRESTLEMANIA TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD FIGHT!"