Candy story - Notre Dame Style

Next week, at work, there is a competition. The week will be full of fun holiday games and one of the competitions, is to write a story, must be holiday themed, and use candy as words in the story. You then have to put it up on a poster, with the candy. Must use at least 10 different kinds and not more than 20. I've bolded all the candies I'm using, so you know which ones they are.

Here's what I'm going to be submitting:

Twas the Day of the National Championship Game

Twas the day of the National Championship Game, when all through Pasadena,
Everyone was headed to the stadium, even the famous Joe Montana.
The leprechaun and the band were all set to go,
And the golden helmets were ready to glow.

The Buckeyes, those runts, were as smug as warheads,
While the vision of a Buckeyes loss danced in Irish heads.
Irish footballs were thrown on the field with care,
In hopes that a big “W” soon would be there.

When out on the field there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Up in the air the football flew like a flash,
Tate tore down the field and ran a mad dash.

The goal line was in his sight, and the ball,
landed safely in his arms, ‘cause he’s the best in college football.
When, what to my horrifying eyes should appear,
But a red hot Ohio State football player without fear.

With a chunky jelly belly, so plump and slow,
I knew in a moment there would be a big blow.
But out of nowhere our offense they came,
Weis whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Run Allen! Run, Hughes! Run, Aldridge and Olsen!
Go get them, Rudolph, Floyd, Riddick and Clausen!
Go help Golden Tate! Go block those Slo Pokes, you Smarties!
Go help your teammate now, and laters I’ll host your parties!

And then, in an instant, I suddenly heard “boo’s”!
It made me nervous, until I realized they were “Hughes”!
Tate must have given the ball to Robert, our halfback,
And Tressell, the Ohio State Head Coach, had an anxiety attack!

And then, in a krackel, I saw thirty-three,
You know, the guy getting his bachelor’s degree.
He was running and dodging and turning around,
Down to the goal line he went with a bound.

He was wearing a white uniform, his helmet all gold,
But Look! A man in red had him in a wrestling hold!
Hughes dove towards the goal line, when he broke free,
That’s just one more touchdown in this skoring spree!

We saw the ref, hands raised in the air,
A TOUCHDOWN! (Of course, Ohio said, “unfair”!)
If only “touchdown Jesus” could have seen,
ND win this good and plenty of us doing the pushup routine!

Wake up the echoes! Shake down the thunder!
Forty-five to zero! Ohio’s going under!
We yell “shut-out”, ‘cause they didn’t score,
We have finally won this rivalry war!

We sprang from our seats, chanting, “WE-ARE-N-D!”
We’re numero u-no! (Number one)! You see?
Then up in the sky, Santa showed up to proclaim,
“Merry Christmas, Fighting Irish!” and “Rah, Rah for Notre Dame!"

(As you know this is all a big dream,
If it were real you know I would scream.
Santa Claus look-a-like Charlie chuckles anyway,
It’s rare to get fired AND have a big payday!)