NHL Christmas Wishes: T'was The Night Before Christmas...

I must confess, I didn't realize just how long "T'was the night before Christmas" actually was. With that in mind, please indulge me as I try to put together an ode to the NHL this Christmas to the tune of "T'was the night before Christmas"...

T’was the night before Christmas, no NHL games to be played, and given the standings, the New Jersey Devils and Pittsburgh Penguins have it made in the shade.

All the equipment was hung in the dressing rooms with care, in hopes that boxing day soon would be there.

The players were nestled all safe in their beds, while visions of hat tricks and stick saves danced in their heads.

Some players cause mischief, some general managers worry about the cap,
Rod Brind’Amour and the Carolina Hurricanes would benefit from a long Winter’s nap.

When there in the headlines, there arose a lot of chatter, seems Terry Sawchuck and his 103 shutouts record, Martin Brodeur he did shatter!

Away from the regular games there is an event that is sure to make a splash, it’s called the Winter Classic and it’s sure to be a huge bash!

The cool crests on the uniforms and the constant threat of snow, will give lustre and glimmer to this NHL show.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear, it’s the Boston Bruins and Philadelphia Flyers, who are all but bringing up the rear.

With a brand new coach, whose won the Cup before, you know at the Classic the Flyers effort will put on a show.

Most players are rapid, to play they have came, the fans whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now Crosby, Now Ovie, Now Brodeur and Thornton
On Lidstrom, on Tukka, on Kessel and Horton.

To the top of the standings, all the way to the Stanley Cup, now dash away, dash away and to all I say good luck!

As much as the Carolina Hurricanes try, when they meet with an obstacle on most nights their fans cry.

So, up to the podium, the Hurricanes will go, with their sights set on Hall and St. Nicolas too.

And then in a twinkling, You’ll hear from the roof, I can’t believe their GM didn’t take Seguin, what a goof!

Like Many NHL bottom feeders, they just wish to get ahead, and turning things around means your fan base often looks dead.

Don Cherry was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, nothing ever seems to match, sometimes he looks like a schnook? His clothes are never tarnished with ashes and soot, but his questionable colors make him look like a fruit.

A bundle of wisdom, Cheery has in his head but he often defers to Don Maclean these days instead.

His eyes how they twinkle, his dimples how merry, his wife that he married, God bless you miss Rose, or should I say Mrs. Rose Cherry.

The Drawl from the South is often absent of puck, you know what Mr. Bettman, I just don’t think they give a...darn!

You see the NHL has no roots there, nothing for Southerner’s to sink into their teeth, start looking further North for expansion instead of beneath.

It’s just a matter of time before the South does and about face, they’d rather eat ribs, drink beer and fall on their face.

That market looked chubby and plump, now they laugh when the see the NHL they must think Canadians are all chumps.

I’d like to go down there and shake a few heads, I am sure that I’d soon realize that hockey was dead.

I’d speak not a word, I’d go straight to work, and fill all the Americans heads with hockey, even the Jerks!

An Lay’in a finger along side Bettman’s nose, I think I’d talk about Quebec, here’s what I’d propose.

I just like to say, let’s give Quebec a team they could shout and would whistle, and probably scream.

I am sure I’d hear Bettman exclaim as he drove out of sight, Happy Christmas to all an to Quebec, “yeah, right”....


Merry Christmas to all my readers and to all of you that contribute to the Bleacher Report, especially the NHL section.

Until next time,

Peace!