Gotta love the big matchup tonight.
"It has been eleven days now, the Rangers wander through the lonesome, cold wilderness. The warmth at Santa's hut a distant memory, a bubble in a dream.
Hungry and starved, they are looking for an icy rink to rest the heavy soul. The ever-present risk of being exposed to the virus, haunting their minds.
The clock strikes twelve now, no light to be seen. Suddenly, a stir in the bushes. As the Rangers look deeper into the darkness, they see eyes staring back at them."