Hello again, and welcome to day eleven. We have done our best to stay on task with this project and get you through it before the actual day of Christmas, allowing your to block any memory of its existence while you celebrate with friends and family.

You're welcome.

As we wind this up today and tomorrow, we hope that you found some enjoyment in it, and were not overly offended by the use of the singular holiday celebration. We desperately want to do a twelve days of Wild Mithras, but it seems no one ever bothered to write a catchy tune for said holiday. It was a crazy world in 1400 BC India, guess there wasn't much time.

We ask for the second to last time to consider helping Toys for Tots get a head start on next year's campaign, or to consider a donation to your local food shelf. It is, after all, a universal spirit of giving this time of year, no matter which ancient failed religion, or current religion you may follow.

Today's verse... after the jump.

For a little excitement, let's kick this up a notch.

A partridge in a pair tree really would be a terrible gift.

And today's verse:

On the eleventh day of Wild Christmas, the Wild gave to me...

Elven Eleven rookie players, Ten calls to Houston, Nine as the Kaptain, Eight healthy D-men, Seven brand new rivals, Six Becoming Wilds, FIVE BORING GAAAAAMES! Four injured top six forwards, Three outstanding goalies, Two passive forecheckers, and a regression back to the mean.