During the Christmas season, I like to lighten the mood a bit. This year, it’s particularly true as let’s face it, it’s been pretty heavy in Habsland since the last Cup run. What better time than the Holidays to bring a smile on our face and focus on what really matters: the Habs… I mean, Christmas! So I’ve rearranged this classic story to fit today’s situation around the Montreal Canadiens. Hope you enjoy… with a smile.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when at the Bell Centre
Not a soul was stirring, not even a trainer.
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
In hope that the stink soon wouldn’t be there.
The players were resting while clearing their heads,
While visions of wins made them wet their beds.
But changes are coming, they’re tight to the cap,
Knowing oh too well they’re playing like crap.
When out in the media there arose such a clatter,
All sprang to the web to see what was the matter.
Coming from nowhere, it flew like a flash,
A bunch of rumours to throw in the trash.
The players are nervous, little do they know
Don’t make long term plans, some claimed in their glow.
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But people trading Price, they are drunk on beer.
And this grey haired coach, sounding the alarm,
We knew in a moment it must be Ducharme.
In a broken English he had planned his game,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
“Out Pricy! now, Gally! now, Benny and Petry!
On, Suzy! On, Eddy! On Andy and Lehky!
To the bottom of the division, to the cellar of the standings!
Now have a vision! Improve our drafting!”
Supported by Gorton his new title on the fly,
Ducharme’s job is safe, even if fans cry.
The injury list is long, it’s more than a few,
They will blow things up, it will feel like a spew.
And then, in a twinkle, there will be some trades,
Not all will be happy, as they dream of upgrades.
Just forget the rumours, forget the hearsay,
They’re toying with you, like a cat with its prey.
Whether it’s Kravtsov, Bouchard or some picks,
It’s bound to be more than a tube of lipstick.
When the dust settles, all fans will be back,
On the bandwagon they’ll go ready to overreact.
Gorton will find a GM, to his team give a whistle,
And away they will fly like the down of a thistle.
Geoff Molson will exclaim, on his way to Draft night,
“Go Habs Go! to all, and welcome to Shane Wright!”