Chicago Blackhawks: Twas The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the United Center, not a creature was stirring, not even a Tommy Hawk. The banners were hung at the top of the United Center with care, in hopes that Gary Bettman again soon would be there. The players were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of Stanley Cups danced in their heads. Momma in her Blackhawks kerchief, and I in my Stadium Series cap, had just settled down for a long winter nap. When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, gave a luster…