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'Twas the night before the NHL freeze

Something is stirring in the Garden...

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Written by Coach Claude Julien:


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.
Not a sniper was stirring, no savoir from scouts.
The shin guards were hung by the chimney with care.
In hopes that young Taylor soon would be there.

The forwards were nestled all snug in their beds.
While visions of poke checks danced through their heads.
And Peter in his press box, with Cam to his right.
"We'd be in the playoffs, if they started tonight."

When out of the locker room arose such a clatter.
Claude rose from his bed, to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash.
Of course on the way, taking a Lucic slash.

The lights shining dim on a fresh sheet of ice.
Gave the essence of hope, skating on Krejci's right.
When what to my wondering eyes did reveal,
But Seidenberg's luggage, the kind with the wheels.

And a shooting young forward, I must be insane.
I knew in an instant, that's Evander Kane.