There were but 8 days until Christmas and yet the Tomcats came; whether they be young or whether they be old.
It was said that all were secretly wishing they’d be good, so Stevo Clause wouldn’t forget them and remember to leave a gift.
First there was the mini to play, of which the Matador Mustangs commandingly took – each of his players Scrooge like in their quest for the last game glory.
When the final buzzer sounded, and the three stars were sung out, the remaining Tomcats took off quick as a fart; all hoping to be the first to sit on Stevo Clause’s lap.
As the final wrappings were torn, there remained not a dry eye in the house – until the end of the merriment which lasted quite long.
When the last of the merriments had been drunk, and belts loosened for another of the Turk’s veggie pizza delight, the lights went out on another hockey night.
Before any tears are shed, Harry, Yurri, and Phil remind you with cheer – it’s but a few short weeks wait until the New Year!
Merry Christmas, Kwanza or whatever – and to all a good night!!
Yurri