St. Louis Blues: 'Twas The Night Before Bluesmas

The night before St. Louis Blues fans, players and staff celebrate the holiday. We wonder if Santa has any more to fill our stockings or if we got our present early.

Here is a little holiday poem, with a little St. Louis Blues twist.

Twas the night before Bluesmas and all through the league
Not a fan was stirring, not even Mr. Low, aka Reed;

The skates were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that sharpener soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Stanley Cups danced in their heads;

The triplets all settled, so Petro the cap,
Could finally settle down for a long winter’s nap,

When out in the land there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my laptop to see what was the matter.

On to Facebook I flew like a flash,
Tore open the Twitters and saw all the trash.

The haters were hating, the trolls say they know,
The Blues were a fluke, this year will surely show.

When what to my wondering eyes did I see,
But a flying zamboni with the Cup called Stanley,

With a little bald driver so happy, no anger,
I knew in a moment he must be the Panger.

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With sweaters flowing, the champions came,
Tom Calhoun shouted and called them by name:
“Now, Binner! now, Snake! now Gunny and Chief!
On, Schwartzy! on, Thomas! Petro, don’t become a Leaf!

To the top of the arena! To the rafters so tall!
Let’s get another banner, so the haters can ball!”

So back to the Centene Center, the champions flew
With hearts full of joy and a job still to do.

Turning back to my bed, I heard through roof
A loud “holy jumpin!” and Panger went down the chimney with a poof.

I scratched my head, what a curious sound,
Down the chimney Panger came his handsome little fella’s all around.

I tried to tell him his bobble heads I did not need,
But he said I was the fan of the year and my words did not heed;

Their little heads bobbled! his smile, so merry
His face was clean shaven, just less hair than Bob Berry

This was too much excitement, some sleep was now needed
I knew the possibilities of a repeat had been seeded

Drifting off to dreamland, I hoped Santa would still stop by
When I woke, the tree was empty, I wanted to cry,

But in my stocking was a letter, envelope white like the moon
In it the note read, “Santa will be back this coming June.”

I laughed and giggled, like a child full of glee.
I knew the jolly old elf would return with Stanley,

So, I settled back in, knowing the Blues were good to go
If Hawks fans say they’ve won three, we can all just say “so?”

With Chief at the helm, and Army at his work,
Blues fans dreams came true; and we might get more fireworks,

So let the haters hate, we have our rings
In all of our memories, Gloria do we sing

2019-20 is a different season, but the Blues do not cheat
As good as they are and if healthy, Santa will bring our repeat.

Merry Christmas Blues fans and happy holidays to all of you.

*Based on the original poem by Clement Clarke Moore

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St. Louis Blues: ‘Twas The Night Before Bluesmas

By Todd Panula | Dec 25, 2019

The night before St. Louis Blues fans, players and staff celebrate the holiday. We wonder if Santa has any more to fill our stockings or if we got our present early.