‘Twas the day before Christmas, in the Denver Nuggets house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The team on a road trip, always playing with care,
In hopes that another win soon would be there.
And there I was dreaming, all snug in my bed,
Of seats at Pepsi Center, it danced in my head.
Kroenke's Christmas decisons, below the salary cap,
Had just settled our roster for a long winter's nap.
When out on the court there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.