‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through Street Bay,
The Raptors were stirring ‘cause they had no game the next day.
The division banners were hung by the rafters with care,
In hopes that Larry O’Brien’s would soon be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
Wearing their CJ’s PJs and awaiting Big Red.
Inside Scotiabank Arena there arose such a clatter,
Masai sprang from his office to see what was the matter.
No one could tell why Kawhi was laughing with Norm.