S ay what? eh what? it's Christmas again!
A nd McCaddies' about in the snow and the rain!
N ot put off by prices or the range of requests,
T ries do our santas to do their best,
A ll manner of goodies both large and small,
S hiny and new-maybe one for us all.
H ere here we all cry
E re the twelve days go by,
R oll some balls my way please,
E ven clubs at a squeeze!
A nd as santa peruses and edits his list,
G grab a beer my friends-no gnawing your fist,
A ll the people are vetted for goodness or ill,
I n the warm of his cottage,
N ear world Golf Tour hill.
Dear Santa, can I have some Nike 20IX-X balls please. (lvl 48) Last year you missed me---- was that because the chimney was full of soot?
Merry Christmas to all
Treebeard