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'Twas the night before christmas, and all through ppm,

Not a manager was stirring, not even canucks357.
The jerseys were hung by the lockers with care,
In hopes that a great new pull soon would be there.

The managers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of championships danced in their heads.
Vlady in his 'kerchief and Tuttle in his cap,
Had just settled in for a long winter's nap.

When out in the forums, there arose such a clatter,
Vlady sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the forums, he flew like a flash,
Resetting the server, and clearing the cache.

Something had happened, with one of the features,
Now everyone had, a free set of bleachers!
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

The crusty old driver had a candy cane hockey stick,
They thought in the moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his reindeer they came,
He whistled and shouted and called them by name.
 "Now Crosby! Now Ovie!"
"Now Getzlaf and Malkin!"
"On Daniel, on Henrik"
"On Kessel and Karlsson"
"To the top of the skybox,"
"to the top of the wall."
"Now dash away, dash away, dash away all"

And then in a twinkling, they heard on the arena,
"Rookies for all, from Zimbabwe to Argentina!"
As Vlady drew in his head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney he came with a bound.

He was dressed in flames gear, from his head to his foot,
His jersey was tarnished, with ashes and soot.
A bundle of rookies he held on his back,
It was Jay Feaster, with Santa's sack!

His eyes were all bloodshot, his pimples so scary,
He'd been drinking some beers, to make himself merry.
The cigar in his mouth, was lit and aglow,
His beard was stained, just like yellow snow.

The stump of the cigar, he held in his teeth.
Some smoke encircled his head like a wreath.
He started to twerk as he lifted his cup,
His booty was jiggling as he backed that ass up.

He was chunky and fat, a right creepy elf.
Vlady laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself.
With a wink and a gun, and a twist of his head,
He let Vlady know there was nothing to dread.

He calmly explained, looking ever so tired.
"I found a new job after I was just fired"
Fresh out of breath, he stopped for a pause,
Then he continued, "Call me Old Feaster Claus"

He spoke not a word as he munched on some cookies,
Then filled all the stockings with 5 star rookies!
Placing his finger aside of his nose,
With one final twerk, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a clap,
"Just one more thing before I go for a crap"
"In order to give you the most profitability"
"I've paid off your loans, and maxed your facilities!"

His sleigh, it took off, flying high like a plane,
He pulled out some cash, and for fun made it rain.
They heard him exclaim as he flew off to work,
"Merry Christmas PPM!" and "Never trust Burke!"

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas, and all the best to you and your families.

-biznow