T'was the night before Christmas,.........
when all through the rink.
Not a player was stirring,
not even the ones you would think;......
The equipment was hung
throughout the house with care,
In hopes that it will be dry
soon the tournament will be here;
The players were all nestled
all snug in their beds,
While visions of Coach Gord
danced in their heads;
Mamma Kim with her tea
and Brian with his cap,
they had just sat down
for a long hockey chat.;
When out on the lawn
there arose such a clatter,
Kim sprang from the chair
to see what was the matter.
Away to the window
Kim flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash;
When, what to her wondering eyes
should appear,
But a |Oro Team Sleigh
and 15 Midget Team Players;
With coaches as drivers,
so lively and quick,
Kim knew in a moment
it must be Gord, Brett and Ward with the sticks;
More rapid than eagles
the closer they came,
they whistled and shouted
and called the players by name;
"Now Liam, ! now GG!
now Matt and Connor!
On, Ryan ! on Derek!
on, Maguire and Roger!
Now, Gavin! Now, Trent!
now, Robert and Dylan!
On, Colton!, On, Brad!
go, Sulli! go, Thunder!
To the top of the standings
to the top of them all!
Now skate away! cycle away!
system away all!"
So on to South Kent,
the team they flew,
With the sleigh full of equipment
and confidence too;
And then, while mingling,
Kim heard through the roof,
the skating, the working
and each player with proof;
As Brett drew in his hand,
and was turning around,
again our team came,
in with a bound;
Gord was impressed,
from his head to his feet.
His team were all polished,
watching the game was a treat;
Ward's eyes -- how they twinkled!
watching the 'D'
his defenceman were on point,
just wait, you will see;
Even though Ward's mouth,
was drawn up like a bow.
He made sure he said no injuries,
as we don't have any extra players to go;
Brett's wink of his eye
and twist of his head,
Soon gave parents to know
they had nothing to dread;
Kim laying her finger
aside of her nose,
And giving a nod,
they do not smell like a rose.
Gord sprang to the sleigh
to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew
like the down of a thistle.
But Kim heard them exclaim,
as they drove out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a good-night."