OK, everyone. It's that time of the year again. Time to gather the kiddies around the warm glow of the computer screen and the Sactown Royalty Yule log. A tradition that dates all the way back to 2009, and continued all the way through 2010, it's a time for reflection, celebration, and drinking. A Jim Les-tivus for the rest of us! So grab some nog, get closer to the hearth, and take a night off from shooting any fat, bearded intruders that may wander down your chimney.

Turnstiles ring, are you listening,
The urinals are a glistening.
A beautiful sight,
Until it's a fright,
Wandering in Westphal's Wonderland.
Gone away is the Yeti,
Salmons' here, are you ready?
He dribbles around,
The shot clock winds down,
Wandering in Westphal's Wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a point guard,
Then pretend that he will pass the ball.
He'll say: Should I launch it?
We'll say: No man!
But surely Jimmer
will save us one and all.
Later on, we'll conspire,
Of our longed coaching fire.
To face unafraid,
At least Chuck gets paid,
Wandering in Westphal's Wonderland.
In the meadow we can build a center,
Who likes to think that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
‘Til the refs keep our frozen brother down.
When we flow, ain't it thrilling,
But when we blow, it's a chilling
We'll curse and we'll pray, the Kings fan way,
Wandering in Westphal's Wonderland.
Wandering in Westphal's Wonderland.

Wandering in Westphal's Wonderland.