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'Twas the night before Christmas When all through Flin Flon, The streets were all silent With nothing going on. The Whitney was still Not a Bomber in sight, They'd all been suspended After a bench clearing fight. Needham was snuggled All nice in his bed, While dreams of dropping gloves Danced through his head. Coach Stokes in his suit and Coach Garrett in his cap, Just set down their clipboards Preparing to nap. When down at the bunk There arose such a clatter I sprang out the door To see what was the matter. When what to my wondering eyes did appear But eight elves, Dressed like Bombers And Santa in his goalie gear. They wanted a game I could not disappoint, I felt up to the challenge But they got all the points. As I stood there in awe Of their hockey prowess, Santa patted my shoulder and said, "Just not your night, I guess." As they went off in the night Santa congratulated his team, He called each one by name They were all familiar it seemed. "Good game Kissick, Nice deke Dupre. Great goal Beachell, Way to save the day. Pajack and Rolston, you both played swell. Good effort Smith, McCullough as well. David Holinaty you played like a star, I think that this Christmas I'll give you a car. As I stood there in shock I knew I'd been tricked Santa's team was all Bombers That's why they all clicked! I heard Santa laugh in the dark of the night, "Happy hockey to all Keep your stick on the ice!" Adapted by Shaun Strom from the original version by Clement Clarke Moore
