The 12 Days of Wild Christmas: Day Eight

Who can believe you only have four shopping days left until Christmas? Yeah. Four. How's that feel, huh? I truly hope at least one of you is out singing Christmas carols this week and accidentally start singing this version. Or, at the very least, sing it in your head.

After all, I ruined "If I close my eyes forever" for Shelby, right?

To those who have written your "I'm offended" email, but have yet to send it, we are a religion neutral organization here at Hockey Wilderness. We went with "The Twelve Days of Christmas" because it has a catchy tune, and because there is no "Twelve Days of Solstice" song. At least, not that we are aware of. We hope you can look past the exclusivity of the song and just roll with it.

Make the jump for today's verse.

A quick reminder of the tune we are using for anyone just tuning in:

And today's verse:

On the eighth day of Wild Christmas, the Wild gave to me:

Eight remaining teeth, SEVEN years of Mikko, six draft busts, NOOOOO STANLEY CUP RINGS! Four blind officials, three fightin' Finns, two periods of actual hockey, and an owner who keeps gnashing his teeth.