Twas' the night before Rushmas

Dec 19, 2025

By Rowdy

'Twas the night before Rushmas, and all through SaskTel Centre

The building was quiet, awaiting Rush Nation to enter,

The jerseys were hung in players’ lockers with care,

In hopes that gameday soon would be there,

The players were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of sock tricks danced in their heads,

And I in my jersey and Barry in his ball cap,

Had just settled down for a little pregame nap,

When out on the turf, there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my dressing room to see what was the matter.

Away to the field I flew like Boudreau,

Climbed up in the stands and looked down below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny Reindeer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than a fast break, his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!

Go over the boards! And straight up the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof,

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down into the Rowdy Zone, St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed in Rush gear, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of cowbells he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the seats; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up to the banners he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight—

“Merry Rushmas to all, and to all a good night!”