Oh, Santa, rich in body fat, Time has come that we should chat
Not about my want or need, More so my community.
Filled with fans who've suffered long, Love for team and city, strong.
Wayward son that's now returned, Mending bridges he once burned.
Expectations to the moon, Cavs will be the champions soon!
Gloom & doom give way to hope, Then here comes the "rope-a-dope."
Talent lacking discipline, Superstars who don't fit in.
Inmates run the whole damned thing, owners bowing to The King.
all the parts to build the dream, all that's missing . . . is the team.
Bring us one we can anoint, as "that guy" to run the point.
Handles, jump shot, good decisions, to unite and end divisions.
Then Kyrie could be the 2, Scoring as he likes to do.
One more big would be a treat, Seven footer with great feet.
Slashing guards must live in fear , "Get that weak stuff outta' here!!! "
"Bronny's" teeth are growing long, soon he won't be quite as strong
Run as fast or jump as high, as his era waves bye-bye.
So please Santa don't delay, fill this order right away.
And if it's okay with you, one more favor you could do
You can bring coach Lue a clue, seeing that he's still quite new.
Hurry Santa don't be late, All of Cleveland groans and waits
For the chance to take a trip, On our brand new Champions-ship.
GO CAVS . . . WIN THE WHOLE DANGED THANG!!!!!