'Twas the night before Christmas...........
Dec 24, 2002 15:59:58 GMT -5
Post by UberCranky on Dec 24, 2002 15:59:58 GMT -5
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even my poor mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would put a power forward there;
The HabsRus children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Stanley Cups danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'undies, and I in my Hab’s cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's, ahem, nap,
When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
”I made a trade”, screamed Savard and fell on his smacker,
”I got rid of Audi and Chewy and Hacker”;
With the moon shinning off the new-fallen snow,
I was proud of our GM down there, below,
A few minutes later, I thought I saw an old horse.
Nope, it was Therrien carrying eight big burritos;
”What the ef do you want” said Savard, “and make it quick”,
I knew at that moment our GM was no St. Nick.
”But boss, I love you” said Therrien. “that’s why I came”,
”You silly old coach”, said Savard, “I am tired of your game”;
Here I was, trying my best to get laid and be jolly,
Those two were arguing, soon the neighbors would rally;
A wink of his eye and a shake of his head,
”You know what”, said Savard “your career is now dead”;
Therrien spoke not a word, he looked real dejected,
Always bad timing and common sense he rejected,
He grabbed his burritos and picked at his ear,
He knew sooner or later, reality was here;
”Hey Savard, you did well tonight”, was my final admission,
And away he drove like a man with a plan and a mission.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Not a creature was stirring, not even my poor mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would put a power forward there;
The HabsRus children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Stanley Cups danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'undies, and I in my Hab’s cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's, ahem, nap,
When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
”I made a trade”, screamed Savard and fell on his smacker,
”I got rid of Audi and Chewy and Hacker”;
With the moon shinning off the new-fallen snow,
I was proud of our GM down there, below,
A few minutes later, I thought I saw an old horse.
Nope, it was Therrien carrying eight big burritos;
”What the ef do you want” said Savard, “and make it quick”,
I knew at that moment our GM was no St. Nick.
”But boss, I love you” said Therrien. “that’s why I came”,
”You silly old coach”, said Savard, “I am tired of your game”;
Here I was, trying my best to get laid and be jolly,
Those two were arguing, soon the neighbors would rally;
A wink of his eye and a shake of his head,
”You know what”, said Savard “your career is now dead”;
Therrien spoke not a word, he looked real dejected,
Always bad timing and common sense he rejected,
He grabbed his burritos and picked at his ear,
He knew sooner or later, reality was here;
”Hey Savard, you did well tonight”, was my final admission,
And away he drove like a man with a plan and a mission.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"