’Twas a frosty home morning, the clock half-past ten,
When Pelicans arrived to face our Hunters again.
In black kits they gathered, all sparkling with pride,
A strong home side ready—no fear, none to hide.

The warm-up was merry, the spirits were bright,
From the 9:45 meet to the first whistle’s flight.
And once play got rolling, oh what a sight—
Silky passes like garlands, strung left and then right.

They ran up the lines into the D with delight,
Like reindeer in sleigh-tracks on Christmas Eve night.
Though Pelicans pressed hard, thinking they’d found a way…
Our defence held firm—Imogen led the sleigh.

For they pelted balls at her, seeing danger in her spark,
But she cleared one off the line like a star in the dark.
Behind her the backline stood sturdy and clever—
Rayhana, Esme, and Neha—fearful? Never!

Midfield was magic—Hannah a glowing light,
Player of the Match, guiding play left and right.
Stacey and Chloe wove patterns, and Holly joined too,
A trio of elves crafting chances anew.

Up front Emily S battled, determined and bold,
Charging for chances like stories of old.
But play had to stop—oh the hush in the space—
When a fierce contest sent a ball to an opposition face.

Bravely they carried on, no shadow to cast,
For Christmas-match spirit is strong and steadfast.

Emily D dashed with her own festive flare,
While Jenny flew forward as swift as the air.
And Emily—the trademark fall in the D,
This time unintentional, but iconic as can be.

Ros guarded the goal with grit and control,
Keeping things steadier than the score might show.
And though the match finished four-nil in their favour,
It was progress and promise we all got to savour—
For last time was seven-one, a far tougher day,
And this felt a step forward in every way.

When the final whistle blew in the cold winter breeze,
They’d played with great courage, spirit, and ease.
A Christmas tale of teamwork—proud hearts on display,
Our Hunters still shining at home on this day.

And afterwards teas waited—soup warm and baguette—
A festive reward none will likely forget.

So here’s to the squad, in December delight,
Merry hockey to all—and to all a good night.