A festive Wayne Rooney poem
...because we feel like it.Â
A visit from Saint Meredith
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
United socks hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
ManUtd24 @ Dec 24, 2011 10:42 AM EDT | Blog Profile
