Zambo-Ho-Ho-Ni! (With Apologies To The Clement Clarke Moore Poem)
'Twas the last game before Christmas, and all through the place, Coach Hakstol was preaching, "Let's play with some pace!"
Helmets and skates were all hung with care, With hope that the refs would call the game fair.
Kraken players were snuggled for quick pre-game naps, All the while dreaming up ways to beat neutral-zone traps.
In no time at all Ducks fans would be quackin', Trying to distract the visiting Kraken.
More rapid than eagles Hakstol's skaters they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Jordan, now! Joey, now! Matty and Brandon,
On! Yanni, on! Ryker, on! Jamie and Vince Dunn."
"To the top of the circles! Chase pucks on the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
Down the runway to battle, all the Kraken did bound,
Honda Center was where the foes would be found.
Kraken rose to the task, weary Ducks were left floored,
As goals tickled the nets, lighting up the scoreboard.
Red lights flashed on, much like a certain reindeer,
Fans throughout the Northwest had plenty to cheer.
Standings points they had come for, standings points two,
That's what the team left with, a big "W."
I heard them exclaim, ere they skated out of sight,
"Merry Kraken to all, and to all a good night."
