Twas the night before Christmas and all throughout Oil Country, not a creature was caring, not even a spouse. The banners were hung by the rafters with care, in hope that a new Stanley Cup would soon be there.
The fans were stressed, all snuggled in their beds, while visions of playoffs danced in their heads. And Lowe in his office and MacT in his, had just sat back for another long winter's nap.
When out on the ice, there arose such a clatter, a fan sprang from his bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window, he flew like a flash, tore open the curtain and saw such trash.
The shine from below, of freshly shaved ice, gave the impression of a team about to grow. When, what to my wondering thoughts should appear but a NHL team and eight little players.
With a little elite player, so sly and so slick, I knew that moment it must be the Nuge. More rapid fire, then ever did I see, he buzzed through the players like a saw cutting a tree.
Now Hall! now Perron! Now Eberle and Yakupov! On Gagner! On Petry! On Justin who's sticking! To the top of the standings! To the top of the heap! Now play on! Play on! Play on all!
As the fog begins to lift from the Rexall Ice, When they meet their opponent, all big and all proud. So to centre ice the players, they go. With their sticks squeezing tight and their heads too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the ice, the screaming and shouting, a fight on the ice! As i watch closely from my seat, eagerly awaiting a new found treat, down the ice Hall flies, stride after stride.
He was dressed in Oiler orange and blue, from his helmet to his skate, And his jersey was torn by skates and with blood. A bundle of hope he flung on his back, and he looked like a soldier, leading the pack.
His stare- how it pierced! His face how serious! His drive was like a tornado, his alertness like a Tsunami! His look was simple all wrapped up in one face and the dreams of a Stanley nestled beyond.
The vision of a goal he held tight to his sight and the fog from the ice encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a real tight belly, that appealed to the girls like nice fine pearls.
He was cute and adorning, definitely a stud. And the girls squealed at his site, in spite of the gash on his head. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, and the puck was in the net to the other team's dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the bench. And filled up his water bottle then turned with a look. And pointing his finger toward the net, And giving a nod up the ice he choose!
He sprang to the goal, to his team he said, it's ok, and away they all skated, at the sound of a whistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he scored another goal, "Happy Christmas to all fans and to all fan's a good night"
In a time where there is much to cheer about, I thought taking a moment to reflect on something from a positive standpoint may be something to add some holiday cheer. Merry Christmas!
|4||Los Angeles||38||25||9||4||19||54||106||76||13-5-2||12-4-2||8-2-0||Lost 1|
|5||St. Louis||36||24||7||5||21||53||128||85||14-3-2||10-4-3||6-2-2||OT 1|
|7||San Jose||37||23||8||6||18||52||121||94||13-1-3||10-7-3||4-5-1||Won 2|
|10||Tampa Bay||37||23||11||3||18||49||106||87||14-3-1||9-8-2||7-1-2||Won 5|
|19||NY Rangers||38||18||18||2||16||38||88||102||8-10-2||10-8-0||4-4-2||Won 2|
|20||New Jersey||38||15||16||7||15||37||92||99||7-5-4||8-11-3||4-4-2||Lost 1|
|28||NY Islanders||38||11||20||7||7||29||96||129||5-7-7||6-13-0||3-5-2||Won 1|
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