T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a Habs player was stirring, not Desharnais, not a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the Bell Centre with care,
In hopes that Marc Bergevin soon would be there.
The Atlantic division was covered with snow,
While the Metropolitan division watched from below.
Yes, they have Ovechkin, Crosby and Giroux,
Yet the Islanders balance it out, playoff hopes would fall through.
While the Central Division chuckled with glee,
The Blackhawks prepared the parade, times three.
The St.Louis Blues would try to put up a fight,
Patrick Kane would have other plans for that night.
"Now Anze! now, Mike! now, Martin and Clifford!
On Carter! On, Williams! on Alec and Mitchell!
The Kings will take the Pacific they say, without risk of a stall,
Anaheim winked confidently, as the best of them all.
As the snow fell, the Leafs did dry up,
As did their fading hopes for a Cup.
So down to the bottom of the Atlantic they flew,
With the sleigh full of cameras, buyouts & bad signings too.
Habs fans were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Stanley Cups danced in their heads.
The accountants worked furiously around the salary cap,
Michel Therrien hoped that a real #6 d-man fell in his lap.
When out in the twittershpere arose such a clatter,
Pacioretty rumours again? Use your brain matter.
Away with naughty fans who live in the past,
Without our best scorer we would finish last.
And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the roof.
The loud clop of what sounded like a Clydesdale's hoof.
As we pictured it in our head, we drew closer to the sound,
But much to our dismay it was Douglas Murray abound.
He was dressed in a viking suit, from his head to his foot.
The fans did cry, as his Corsi went kaput.
However there was one hero who would take this team on his back,
Handing out dangles like it was gifts from Santa's sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled, his points were a-many.
And by the end of his career the Norris trophies would be a-plenty.
We watched his Fenwick rise, as if drawn from a bow,
Everyone in Montreal bought tickets to the show.
His skills were so clear, no need to ask why,
That is, of course, unless you are Stevie Y.
The question remained will he wear the red maple leaf?
Gretzky thought he should, much to Habs fan's relief.
One man who's place was never doubt,
Was the young net-minder who went all-out.
Steak dinners owed from teammates, there were plenty,
Bouillon took out a second mortgage to cover the penalty.
While debts were paid, a Danish warrior emerged,
This is where the crappy wingers converged.
The Dane might be good, but will he pass the test?
Michel Therrien made sure his linemates were far from the best.
The Captain smiled, and winked at Tomas,
"Thanks for the points and for keeping me honest"
And while Plekanec knew he needed some rest,
His Selke performance consumed him, his ultimate quest.
Both Gallagher and Galchenyuk could not find any sleep,
They knew they were underpaid with their contracts so cheap.
Their minds kept spinning as a realization begun,
Imagine if they were paid as well as David Clarkson.
While the children struggled to find any sleep,
General Manager Marc Bergevin began to weep.
He pondered long on his off-season work,
He wondered why Mike Ribeiro was still such a jerk.
He sprang to his Blackberry, but a thought did occur.
What if things were okay the way they were?
The fans might be restless, frustrated and irate,
They reminisced about times where the teams were so great.
"The good times are coming!" Marc declared with joy,
Those off-season acquisitions were just a decoy.
The 25th is within reach, we've kept it in our sight.
In the mean time "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"