'Twas Three Nights before Christmas

[Eleven]

'Twas three nights before Christmas and all through the rink
Not a creature was stirring, not even Ink
The fans went to the game, hoping they’re not saps,
On the blind wish that the Sabres wouldn’t play like crap.

The fans were nestled all snug in their seats
Drinking beer and wine and even whisky neats.
But even though the attendance was capped,
The team made the crowd feel tho’ they had just napped.

When on the Internet there arose such a clatter
SDS sprang from his seat to see what was the matter
Away to the laptop he flew with a flash
Threw open the lid and checked his web cache.

When the webpage was open at last,
Scott saw the records of posters long past.
He and we all hope that they re-appear
Instead of a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

"Come knightrider, corp, cereal, and Hoss
Bring DeLuca and sizzle and XB and shrader!
Come back here, don’t stay at that Stadium Wall
Every missing poster, we need one and all!"

And then in a twinkling, I heard some light scrapes
The prancing, the pawing of each Sabre’s skates.
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney Ryan O’Reilly came with a bound

He was dressed so neatly in blue and gold,
And of the Sabres’ future, he quickly foretold.

He said he would carry the team on his back
With help from Okposo, Evander, and Jack.

“Don’t worry, our fans, we’ll beat those dirty Flyers,
And the Canes and the Isles, no need to be criers!
Have no fear that the future is bleak,

This is the start of a nice winning streak!

And so the faithful fans went out into the night,
Knowing the spirit of old posters made futures bright.
PASabre rubbed his own little round belly
While watching Samson score and put on a nice celly.

Biodork remained a right jolly young elf
And Swamp stopped the conspiracies, in spite of himself.
MODO stepped on to the Swedish ice, so thick
And sent a video message to WildCard and qwk.

From the stands watched Woody and freeman and Liger
And saw Flyers cower when Lehner chuffed like a tiger.
Chz, pi, and NS high-fived when the crowed roared
As the Sabres fist-bumped, for Risto had scored!

The game was 2-0, but the night was still early.

And on came Zemgus, looking quite burly.

He took on the Flyers and skated right through,

He passed it to Bogo who dished to Beaulieu.

 

Nate took his shot, on went the goal light,

The Sabres had won! They had done the fans right.

As the last player went through the tunnel out of sight,

They wished all the fans a Merry Christmas; Goodnight!

Edited December 22, 2017 by Santa Claus

[sabills]

:worthy:

[Sabres Fan in NS]

Hi Santa,

 

I knew you would not disappoint.  You NEVER do.

 

+++++

 

Merry Christmas to one and all.  May the New Year bring us all peace, happiness and above all good health.

[Thorner]

Nailed it!

[WildCard]

This might be the best one yet

 

Look forward to these every year. Great work Eleven :beer:

[Eleven]

Thanks; it's too nice of you.  NOW LET'S WATCH THE SABRES KICK THE OUT OF THE FLYERS.

Edited December 22, 2017 by Santa Claus

[biodork]

I love this place, so much.   :D

[Stoner]

Beaulieu needs to score in the last five minutes and this poem would really be perfect.

 

Merry Christmas all!

[Wyldnwoody44]

Yessss I got a cameo :)

Awesome as always eleven!!!

[Taro T]

Yessss I got a cameo :)

Awesome as always eleven!!!

Yeah, rub it in, Santa hates Asians. :angry:

 

 

:lol:

[Eleven]

Yeah, rub it in, Santa hates Asians. :angry:

 

 

:lol:

 

NSFW

 

 

 

 

Kidding of course.  It's impossible to get every SS regular into a crappy poem.

[Derrico]

Well done good sir.

[darksabre]

Santa,

 

[Ogre]

Feck, eh? SS has the real Santa.

[Neo]

Awesome sauce ....