Decided to mock the Oilers with this years edition
Twas the Nightmare Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas inside Rogers rink,
The smell was still wafting from the Oilers bad stink.
Sweaters got tossed by fans that weren't happy,
Crying how is it possible our team is still crappy.
The players were nestled all snug in thier beds,
While nightmares of leads lost played in their heads.
Coach in his suit with Chia and his night cap,
Were just settling down to figure out some of this crap.
When out there on twitter there rose such a clatter,
Connor chirping 'bout Manning was all of the chatter.
More classless than Crosby he was shedding a tear,
Whining like a baby so that all fans/press could hear.
The clean shaven ice was glistening like gold,
Fans were uncertain how this game would unfold.
The Nucks were in town and what should appear,
An early 2-0 lead that would soon disappear.
With a grey haired ol coach, so angry and livid,
We knew in a moment his comments would be vivid.
More rapid than Cheetas, his comments they came,
And he whistled and shouted and cursed us by name:
Hustle Lucic! Go Eberle,! McLelland would shout!
Not again! I'm so tired! His players would cry out!
To the ends of the ice! He worked off their butts!
Make a pass! Any pass! These players are klutz'!
Chia was grumbling that the progress was slow,
Losses are mounting as he cursed out to Lowe!
That quick start they had was now a descent,
Back to the old ways was a recurring event.
And then, in a twinkling, he heard on the news
Taylor Hall had been traded for a bottle of booze.
As he cleared up his head and was pouring a drink,
Hall realised he was going to a team with no stink.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all pressed right down to his cleats.
Larsson was grumbling and you could just over hear,
It's not the end of world but you can see it from here.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
I gotta play with these clown's, I must be a jerk.
And putting on his socks, sweater and then skates.
He skates slowly on the ice to see what awaits
A frustrated coach said this practice is finished,
Away they all skated from goals left unfinished.
I heard players exclaim 'bout a Happy New Years,
You Oil fans are suckers and to us a few beers!
Twas The Night Before Christmas
