'Twas two nights before Christmas, when all through the league,
Not a player was stirring, even on the Stampede;
The players added their TPE with care,
In hopes that Championships soon would be there;
The players were ready for a Christmas rest,
While they fought hard in their fourty-fifth contest;
And the team on Discord made fun of my cap,
As I settled down for a long winter's nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But some hockey players, and a crowd giving cheer.
With a big old fighter, so mighty and and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Boris.
More rapid than eagles his punches they came,
And fans whistled and shouted, and called them by name;
"Go, Boris! All, Petrovs! Jasper passes to Koskinen!
To, Kevens! To Maro! Sends it to Heikkinen!
They break into the zone, and into the slot,
Goes Zdenko Beranek, with a nasty plot;
As his linemate, Rieley tries to send him the puck,
The pass is stopped short by a defenseman, oh fuck!
So up to the blue line, the enemies skate,
As the Citadelles race back, but it is too late.
And then, “breakaway,” the announcer calls,
As the players all dive to catch him, but falls.
As he came in closer, he continued to fly,
Ward thought that this might just be the day that he dies.
He was dressed all in white, the away team I bet,
And his clothes were all tarnished, full of blood and sweat;
The player sent a clapper, strong as a truck,
But out from nowhere came Ward’s glove to stop the puck.
The fans -- how they cheered! His teammates so merry!
And Ward felt like he had been blessed by a fairy!
But this little victory would be short-lived,
As his teammates came on for their very next shift;
As the centres faced off, a shove and a bow,
Both teams were ready to end this game, like right now;
The faceoff was won by Citadelles’ Davenport,
As Boris just leveled a winger with a snort.
The puck was brought out by Jakobsen with a skate,
Who sent the puck to the tape of new Slate,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his hand,
Made the goalie think that his shot had been fanned;
But this was a move made on purpose you see,
As the puck went to Mew Two, who just got free.
He wound up his shot, the goalie was priming,
But Mew Two faked it and passed it to Salming;
As the goalie dove back, Salming scored it bar down,
And the crowd going wild made the other team frown.
The announcer exclaimed, with the game out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
Matteo
Hordle
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