Ok, gloom and doomers, time to cheer the hell up! It's the Magical Holiday Season, where spoiled children get Ovechkin jerseys to give the family some joy for the first time since Daddy got in trouble and Nicole the au-pair had to move out!

You're all doing something wrong in this picture

So, in this spirit of giving and happiness, I'd like to present the first of what I hope is many Sharksmas Carols you all can sing as you gather around the Kelp Tree and drink some hot chum. Here's that old winter-time classic, "Let it Clowe".

Ryane Clowe makes Brookbank smell his knuckles, which he dabs with vanilla oil to make it more pleasant for the guy he's pounding the bejesus out of

Oh your stickhandling is frightful
But your board-work is so delightful
You look great with that cut near your nose
Let it Clowe, let it Clowe, let it Clowe

George Parros is yours for mopping
When the gloves you wear are dropping
The amount of shit you take is low
Let it Clowe, let it Clowe, let it Clowe

But you can do a lot more than fight
Assisting on plays that at first look forlorn
You score big goals from way in tight
Sounding off the big ol' Tank horn

Oh the time on the clock is dying
After 4 on 4 with the game a tying
Forehand to backhand, then roofed, a shootout goal
Let it Clowe, let it Clowe, let it Clowe!