‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the rink
Skaters in blue warmed up, shooting in sync
The fans piled in as the time clock clicked down
Seven o’clock sharp was puck drop in this town
The kids all excited with decorated signs
All in hope that cameras catch their flossing and rhymes
When out on the ice there arose such a noise
The buzzer went off, and so did the boys
To the blue line they went, then the anthem was sang
The Jets win the faceoff and Laine shoots with a bang
As the puck whizzes by with gusto and speed
The opponents are late, and they frown at the deed
The Jets are up one, assisted by Wheels
Fans hollering, clapping, and kids with their squeals
To Scheifele, to Connor and Laine the puck
To Morrissey and Poolman behind the net past Hellebuyck
Deking players, passing as they race down the ice
Shots fire and rebounds to the net with a slice
A frenzy breaks out as the puck sticks in the corner
Players better watch out as Lowry comes with his shoulder
The puck bursts free, sending skates and sticks flailing
Ehlers has got it and flies down the ice, sailing
He fires a shot, but the goalie saves with his glove
The arena erupts to show support and much love
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the announcer say,
“The other team scored,” to everyone’s dismay
Could this game be turning around?
The game is tied up, let’s amp up the sound
“Our team needs your cheers
To help them change gears
We need your excitement.”
“Let’s get the win,” Maurice is yelling for the line to come in
It’s two against one as the game’s almost done
The fans on the edge of their seats, under the gun
A ting off the bar as the puck just misses
The ref makes a call which sends booing and hisses
A penalty is called, two minutes for a hook
Connor can’t do much but sit there and look
Lowry and Copp speak not a word but go straight to work
They fill all the gaps, then turn with a jerk
They rush up the ice with seconds to go
Passing back and forth to avoid their foe
Last chance to score, Lowry takes the shot
It flips in the net, what a battle well-fought!
He celly’d while his team gave a whistle
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle
With sticks waving high as they skate out of sight,
Yelling “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”
