'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a Flames fan was stirring, not even Locke that Louse;
The hockey bags were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
CalgaryPuck Members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Oiler beatdowns and Stanley Cups danced in their heads;
And Bingo in his jersey and Dion in a Flames cap,
Had just settled down for one last shot of Christmas Schnapps,
When out at the dome there arose such a clatter,
Puppet Guy sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Took a high stick from UCB and complained to the ref about a slash
The goal light shone on the freshly scraped ice
which the dowest of Oil fans would admit was quite nice,
When, what to Wormius; wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a jovial driver, so full of grim will,
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Bill.
More rapid than Johnny his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Regulator! now, Hrdina! now, 4x4 and Minnie!
On, Firefly! on titan! on, Zamler and Addiction!
To the top of the Boards! to the top of the wall!
Now Forecheck! Forecheck! Forecheck you all!
As shaved ice that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the press box the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of goodies, and Coach Peters too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The giggling and laughing of each CalgaryPuck dude.
As burn_this_city drew on his hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Bill Peters came with a with a stuffed Harvey the Hound.
He wearing a Flames sweatsuit, from his head to his foot,
But he muffed up the landing and fell through a door;
A bundle of game film he had flung on his back,
And he started to curse as he opened his pack.
His eyes -- intensely burned! his scowl not all merry!
His hands were clenched like hams, his nose like a berry!
His droll little mouth was drawn down like a reverse bow,
And the Hair on his head was as white as the snow;
The open felt pen and white board clutched tight in his hand,
And the steam encircled his ears like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he yelled like a bowlful of jelly.
He was crabby and scowly a unhappy old elf ,
And BigTmac laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;
A widening of his eyes and a quick twist of his head,
Soon Stang knew he had everything to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And drew up a penalty kill play; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, and argued a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO CalgaryPuck AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
Holiday Wishes
