'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the team plane
Not a Celtic was stirring,
not even Danny Ainge;
Their green uniforms were packed with such care,
In hopes that victory # 1 would soon be theirs;
The player were nestled all snug in their seats,
While chatty Paul Pierce kicked out some tweets ;
And Doc in his suit, and Danny in a cap,
Had just settled down for a short little nap,
When out on the wing there arose such a clatter,
KG sprang from his seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutter and scared big Brandon Bass.
The engine on the wing had a bright green glow
It gave a Celtic luster to objects down below,
When, what to KG’s wondering eyes should he see,
But a tiny Leprechaun, and eight Irish reindeer,
With this little old driver, so lively and plucky,
I knew in a moment it must be the old Lucky.
More rapid than Rondo his green reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, O’ Sullivan! now O’Shaughnessy now, Murphy and Byrne!
On, O’Conner! on Gallagher! on, Murphy and Kern!
To the top of the Garden! to the top of the Wall !
Now win away! win away! win away all
So up to the Madison Square Garden they easily flew,
With the sleigh full of rebounds, and Ray Allen too.
When dapper Clyde Frazier arrived at the game
He soon knew he had dressed way too tame.
Clyde had on platform shoes with some gold fancy trim
And our spry little Lucky was already perched on the rim.
He was dressed all in green fur, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all adorned with clovers and pleats;
A bundle of old tricks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Red Auerbach just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his sneakers so new!
He gave a frown to Knick fan who hadn’t a clue!
His droll little mouth was drawn up so tight,
And the sideburns he wore were as black as the night;
The stump of a pipe he held firm in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a green glowing wreath;
He had a black derby hat and a nice tailored vest,
And a small brown cane on which he could rest
He wasn’t too friendly not a word did he speak,
But he did smile at the cheerleaders while sneaking a peek;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He made not a sound, but went straight to his work,
Blocking Knick shots; while dreaming of Perk,
When the game was over he rose to the roof,
The Celtics were winners and the Knicks needed no proof;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a loud bellow,
"The Knicks still stink even Chandler and Carmelo".
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight
You ain’t seen nothing, this is only opening night