‘Twas the night before Christmas Eve, and all through the league
13 games were being played, for the fans to go and see.
The hockey stockings were on, and put on with care,
In hopes teams would score some goals and then get out of there.
The TV and newspaper guys were all in with their creds,
While visions of Stanley Cups danced in the players' heads.
And Bettman in his suit, and keeping a close eye on the cap,
Was watching the games after the players' long afternoon's nap.
When out on the TV there arose such a clatter,
The fans sprang from their seats to go see what was the matter.
Away to the family rooms they flew like a flash,
To watch someone try to hip check Rick Nash.
The lights glowed brightly on the resurfaced ice
Which gave the players all smiles as the skating would be nice.
When, what to fans' wondering eyes should appear,
But the Washington Capitals, led by Eric Fehr.
Not far behind them was Tampa Bay, so lively and quick,
But watching over them was Steve Yzerman, a friend of St. Nick.
Skating faster than eagles Joe Thornton came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Kaner! now, Pronger! now, Doughty and Fleury!
On, Richards! On, Letang! on Stammer and Thomas!
To the top of standings! And on to the Hockey Hall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
And then, in a twinkling, one was in the box
After scrambling and scrumming and giving someone a sock.
Then the period was over, before anyone could turn around,
Suddenly down the hallways each team was bound.
They were dressed all in hockey gear, from their skates to their helmets,
And their jerseys were all marked up with stick marks and with sweat.
With a bag of pucks, some sticks, and numbers on their backs,
They were off scoring goals with a professional knack.
They didn't speak much, but went straight to work,
Checking and scoring, and sometimes being a jerk.
Standing guys up at the blue line, and maybe breaking a nose,
Doing whatever it takes to bring down their foes.
The coaches sprang from the benches, as the refs gave their teams a whistle,
And the fans in the seats popped up like they'd sat on a thistle.
But I heard the teams exclaim, as they all left the ice,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"