--Written by Bill Tucker (BulletProof), a poster on the NJDevs.com website--
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Rock,
The hallways were quiet, just the sound of a clock
Ticking ‘way time and three months of shame,
Preparing itself for the Maple Leafs game
All except for one man, alone in a room,
Lou was there sitting, saddled with gloom.
This team that he built was disaster, in fact,
Towards the depths of the standings, they currently sat
“How could this possibly happen?”, he swore.
“The players are tested and ready, what’s more,
Our coach had success with the minor league team.”
“This season has been just a horrible dream”
But then, out the window, there awoke such a clatter
Lou sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.
Leaving smashed jars of jelly askew in his wake,
He peered out the window at the cause of this quake.
The night was as still as the new fallen snow
But Lou could make out tiny shapes down below.
The crowd was first tiny but soon more showed up
Until suddenly their numbers began to erupt.
When the mob began shouting pro Devils chants,
Lou then realized they weren’t just ants.
In Championship Plaza, assembled as one,
The whole Devil’s Army, united they’d come.
They wore jerseys with Kovy and Marty and Clarkson
Amongst Parise and Zajac and even a Rolston!
Some honored the past with Stevens and Dano.
One guy even sported an “Emerick and Chico”
They shouted and yelled out the best chants they knew
And the more the crowd cheered, the larger they grew.
Even the mascot joined in on the fun
As Devils themed carols loudly were sung.
The spirit of oneness filled the Brick City sky
And soon Lou realized why the tear in his eye.
The moment at hand gave his lip a small quiver
As he realized the gift the fans had delivered.
Despite all the failures and lost expectations,
Pride still existed within Devils Nation.
Players may leave and have other plans
But the true core of the team was the heart of the fans.
With a sweep of his arm, Lou threw up the shade
And to the mob down below, gave the smallest of waves.
The crowd responded with an uproarious cheer
And Lou could do nothing but grin ear to ear.
The party raged on to the wee morning light
And no one quite knows the attendance that night.
All that is remembered is the spirit of pride
In all that the team has helped to provide.
So, no matter what day you hold dear this season
Or frustrations you hold, regardless the reason,
When you come to the Rock, in a voice loud and shrill,
Show our team love with a, “LET’S GO DEVILS”!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
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