Twas the game before Christmas, when all through the rink
Not a creature was stirring, not even Michael Frolik.
The jerseys were hung in the lockers with care,
in hopes that the players soon would be there.
The coaches were nestled in the media room,
Watching game footage all afternoon.
And Dustin Byfuglien in his sweater, and Blake Wheeler in his socks,
had just arrived at the arena, to take on the Hawks.
When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their chairs to see what was the matter.
Away to the window they flew like a flash,
To see Mathieu Perreault arrive with his beard and moustache.
The players all got there and put on their gear
And headed out to the ice before the Hawks got near,
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But their coach Paul Maurice, he was finally here.
This little coach, so stone faced and serious,
They knew in a moment he must be delirious.
As he got on the ice, he started their training
Made them skate laps, but ensured it wasn’t draining
At the end of the practice, a scrimmage game,
and Maurice whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now Pardy! Now Kane!
Now, Lowry and Pavs!
On, Harrison! On, Little!
On, Scheifele and Ladd!
To the top of the circle!
To the top of the crease!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Give the goalie relief!”
As hockey players they knew how to fly,
Down the ice, there was no time to sigh
so up to the blue line the players they flew,
with Maurice cheering them on, and yelling loud too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard from outside
the arrival of the other team with all their pride.
The Jets looked around as the doors opened wide.
Their opponents were here, their faces were snide.
They were dressed all in red, from their head to their toe,
Who could they be? I suppose you know.
Their opponents for the night had arrived in style,
And they headed to the back without even a smile.
The Jets weren’t scared, they could be merry!
Patrick Kane wore a jersey the color of a cherry!
They laughed and got ready to the play the game
And they knew that things would not be the same.
By beating those Hawks they could gain two
And rise in the standings like they wanted to do
There was no time to waste they said to themselves
The Blackhawks looked like Christmas elves!
We can beat them, they agreed with a big smile,
A wish and a hope they hadn’t felt for a while.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
and got the first goal against Raanta, that jerk.
And just when they thought they would have to despair,
They looked in their net and Michael Hutchinson was there!
They won that game against those Hawks,
And after the game Wheeler changed his socks,
He was talking with Mark Scheifele who fell down only twice,
(well, okay, if I’m honest, perhaps it was thrice)
The team was pleased with what they had done,
As was Maurice who was happy they won
He exclaimed to them all, as their bus rolled out of sight:
“Happy Jetsmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Player to Boo Mercilessly
Prediction
Jets win.
(Don’t ruin this for me. It’s Christmas and that prediction is my gift to myself.)
