Twas the night before Hockey season, when all thro’ the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The gear was all packed in the hockey bags with care,
In hopes that tomorrow’s evaluations would be enjoyable and fair.
The children were all nestled and snug in their beds,
While visions of tournaments danc’d in their heads.
And my hubby in his jersey, and I in my sweats,
Had just settled down to consider our new hockey debt.
The start of the hockey season is always such a clatter,
There’s so much to do and my mind is so scattered.
The kids needed new gear, the money disappeared like a flash.
They wanted the best but we’re not made of cash!
So in the morning to the sports store, our family did go,
And there we outfitted the kids from their heads to their toes.
When there was no line up at the register we let out a cheer,
For we all know hockey season shopping is a busy time of year.
There were skates and helmets, pants, pads and sticks,
The kids left the store thinkin’ this new gear will make ’em quick.
More rapid than eagles, from the store my children came,
With smiles and excitement, and of hockey they sang:
“It’s a face off, drop the puck, race to the net, let’s get ‘em:
Defenceman, goalie, wingers, and centreman!
Move forward, make the pass, quick feet, don’t stall –
Now dash away, deke this way, and their goalie stands tall!
As our skates cut through the ice, like a hurricane we fly
Next to the net, shoot the puck, it’s now do or die!”
So we listened to the game play, as if it were true
With the car full of gear – we were excited too.
And then we went home, to prepare for the year,
The kids were full of excitement and not a hint of evaluation fear.
They packed and they prepped their bags for the next day
They wanted to get to sleep early so they’d be ready to play.
My son took his hockey bag and flung it onto his back.
He look’d just like a mini Crosby as a matter-of-fact.
His eyes – how they twinkled! His smile so merry,
I asked him then if he was worried – if he thought evaluations would be scary.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And he laughed at my question and responded with “Gosh No!”
With his game face on, he looked ready for the NHL!
I smiled at this – only time will tell.
His siblings in tow, they went straight to their beds
With their love of hockey bouncing ’round through their heads.
And as they disappeared into their rooms and out of our sight
They called from their doors:
Happy Hockey Days to all, and to all a good night!
written by H. Y. Boone