’Twas the Night Before Christmas — Royally Quacked Edition

’Twas the Night Before Christmas — Royally Quacked Edition

A Ducks vs. Kings Holiday Tale

’Twas the night before Christmas across Southern CA,

Where two hockey worlds lived just a freeway away.

The bright lights of Los Angeles shimmered with pride,

While Orange County glowed softly with coastline beside.

The sweaters were hung in the locker rooms with care,

In hopes that a rivalry showdown soon would be there.

The Ducks were nestled in Anaheim, snug in their beds,

While visions of breakaways danced in their heads.

Carlsson with his mitts, and Dostal in net,

Dreamed of highlight‑reel moments they hadn’t pulled off yet.

McTavish was ready, his shot sharp and true,

Terry imagined the magic he’d soon skate into.

Mintyukov and Zellweger, blue‑line youth on the rise,

Brought speed and creativity that dazzled the eyes.

Gauthier’s fierce stride, Gudas’s tough tone,

And LaCombe, steady‑skating in a style of his own.

All guided by Coach Q, with his confident plan,

Shaping a Ducks squad with belief in each man.

Up north in L.A., the Kings rested too,

Plotting crisp zone entries and a forecheck or two.

Kopitar’s leadership, Byfield’s long stride,

And Clarke’s booming slapshot filled them with pride.

Kempe dreamed of snipes, Fiala of flair,

While Kuemper stood ready with a calm, steady stare.

Moore brought the hustle, Turcotte brought the speed,

And Anderson defended with toughness the Kings always need.

All sharpened by Coach Jim Hiller’s guiding mind,

Steering the Kings toward the goals they’d designed.

When out on the ice there arose such a clatter,

Both teams hit the rink to see what was the matter.

The Zamboni lights glowed, the arena hummed low,

And two familiar figures glided out in the snow.

It was Bailey, mane flowing, with a mischievous grin,

Strutting to center ice like he knew he would win.

And Wild Wing, descending from the rafters on a zip line so clean,

Landing in style like the star of the scene.

Together they hollered with unfiltered delight,

“Royally Quacked fans, gather ’round for the night!”

They spoke of a season both fierce and electric,

Of overtime thrillers and goals so poetic.

Of Ducks youth rising and Kings veterans strong,

Of battles that felt like they lasted all season long.

They told of a Ne

Chapters

• 1:21 Holiday Greeting And Gift
• 1:30 Setting The Christmas Rivalry
• 2:04 Ducks Dream Of Big Moments
• 2:49 Kings Ready With Veteran Poise
• 3:25 Mascots Unite And Message Of Respect
• 4:55 Warm Wishes And Farewell

Transcript

SPEAKER_00: 0:41

Merry Christmas to all our royally quacked fans. We have a special gift for you for all our Ducks and Kings fans. Here it is.

SPEAKER_01: 0:50

Twas the night before Christmas. Royally Quacked Edition. A Ducks vs. Kings holiday tale. Twas the night before Christmas across Southern CA, where two hockey worlds lived just a free way away. The bright lights of Los Angeles shimmered with pride, while Orange County glowed softly with coastline beside. The sweaters were hung in their locker rooms with care, and hopes that a rivalry showdown soon would be there.

SPEAKER_00: 1:24

The ducks were nestled in Anaheim snug in their beds, while visions of breakaways danced in their heads. Carlson with his mitts and Dostal and Knit dreamed of highlight real moments they hadn't pulled off yet. McTavish was steady, his shot sharp and true. Terry imagined the magic he'd shoot and skate into. Minchikoff and Zellweger, blue lined youth on the rise, brought speed and creativity that dazzled the eyes. Gautier's fierce stride, Guda's tough tone, and Lacombe steady skating in a style of his own, all guided by Coach Q with his confident plan, shaping a duck squad with belief in each man.

SPEAKER_01: 2:09

Up north in LA, the Kings rested two, plotting Chris's zone entries and a forecheck or two. Kopatar's leadership and Byfield's long stride and Clark's booming slapshot filled them with pride. Kempe dreamed of snipes, Viala of Flair, while Kemper stood ready with a calm and steady stare. Moore brought hustle, Turcot brought the speed, and Anderson defended with toughness the kings always need, all sharpened by Coach Jim Hiller's guiding mind, steering the kings toward the goals they designed.

SPEAKER_00: 2:49

When out on the ice there arose such a clatter, both teams hit the rink to see what was the matter. The Zamboni lights glowed, the arena hummed low, and two familiar figures glided out in the snow.

SPEAKER_01: 3:03

It was Bailey, Main Flowing, with a mischievous grin, strutting to center ice like he knew he would win, and wild wing descending from the rafters on a zip line so clean, landing in style like the star of the scene.

SPEAKER_00: 3:19

Together they hollered with unfiltered delight, royally quacked fans gathered round for the night.

SPEAKER_01: 3:27

They spoke of a season both fierce and electric, of overtime thrillers and goals so poetic, of ducks youth rising and king's veterans strong, of battles they felt that would last all single season long.

SPEAKER_00: 3:43

They told of a new year where anything could be, where standings could flip like a wild Christmas tree, where one goal games ruled and the rivalry burned, and respect between foes was always returned.

SPEAKER_01: 3:58

Then with a flash of their antics and a slap of a stick, they vanished as soon as a power play trick. But we heard them exclaim as they soared out of sight Stay quacked, stay royal, and to all, a good night.

SPEAKER_00: 4:15

Merry Christmas, everyone.

SPEAKER_01: 4:17

Merry Christmas, everybody. We love you guys.