T’was the night before Thanksgiving, and every hockey mom around,
Was scrambling to get the SUV loaded for that game out of town.
The equipment spread out through the garage with care,
In hopes that that stench would soon clear the air.
The referees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of 2 and 10’s danced in their heads.
Defensemen are thinking, “How hard can I check?”
And coaches were practicing their lines, “Hey Ref, what the heck?”
There’s some that don’t get it, the hockey mom life,
And others who fuss and condemn it with strife,
But Thanksgiving is hockey time tried and true,
Take it or leave it, but it is what we do.
To the top of the circle! To the point, off the wall!
Now crash the net! Crash the net? Crash the net all!
Pass Jonny! Skate, Suzy! Move the puck to the slot!
Find the open man, now do, now do it, one time that shot!
Their goalie did stop it; it bounced off his glove,
But our captain was there to give that puck a hard shove;
Into the net it went, without the slightest of doubt,
“Way to go!” “That’s my kid!” We heard a hockey mom shout.
The kids once again sprang to the ice; with the ref blowing a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard them exclaim, as they skated out of sight,
HAPPY HOCKEY TO ALL, ON THIS THANKSGIVING NIGHT!
From all of us here at GMHA have a "HOCKEY THANKSGIVING"
--GMHA Executive