'Twas the night before Orion, when all through the VHL
Not a player was stirring, not even a @Ahma;
The Contracts were hung by the table with care,
In hopes that Orion Slade soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of goal celebrations danced in their heads;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a man in a tight suit and cape
With a little O in the middle, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Orion.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted
"Now, be gone all you evil and lost souls.
Tis my day and not yours!
Then he swung around the sky
Drinking and laughing as he sang a song
The Cheer it was lacking
To the windows! To the walls!
Till the sweat drips down my balls!"
He landed at the door with ground shatter
and kicked open the door like no matter
All the little Gm's lined up
He looked at them all with a scoff
And asked where his Whiskey is
No rocks
As he sipped away he looked at his options
Yukon sucked so it was plucked
Saskatoon had the room but not much else either
Leaving Vegas with all it's lights and beer
Halifax with all its shitty weather
Leaving Oslo for last because...
Well what does it have?
For it does not matter
Because tis was Orion Eve
And everyone must wait for the morning
To see where he lands
Till then Fuck Off