by gloria dennard
T’was the night before Christmas
And out on the golf course
Not one golfer was playing
The curfew was in force
The golf carts were lined
Under the shed with care
The marshals had ensured
That no golfers were there
The clubhouse was closed
All staff had headed home
But a lone golf fanatic
Would soon come along
The stars on the crest
Of the golf course below
Gave a luster of magic
Over the hills and through the snow
The trees looked so enchanting
The cart path did flow
From the direction of the clubhouse
Amidst the flurries of snow
Then, up on the east side
There appeared so quick
A vision of Christmas
It was old jolly St. Nick
He was driving a golf cart,
And not his usual sleigh
He’d been busy all morning
And all throughout the day
Although he had many
Toys deliveries until late
He just had to stop
For some golf swings to make
More rapid than eagles
His reindeer, they came
As he whistled and shouted
And called them by name
Now Mike and Art and Fran
Now Chuck, Kim and Chris
Come on Earlie, Carole, and Evelyn
You can surely handle this!
On Jordan, Alvin and Darryl
On Vernita, LaSondra, Shirley and Corine
Dash away Michelle, Sherrel, and Gloria
You all can just do your thing!
When they stopped at Hole One
Santa sprang from his cart
He pulled out his driver
And didn’t ponder a lot
He addressed the ball with confidence
And good contact he really made
As the ball flew from the tee
To an area full of shade
The course was dark and scary
Not a creature was seen stirring
That poor golf ball had flown
Across the golf course determined and hurrying
Santa played three holes
And then had to stop
His duties were calling
When he looked at his clock
It was time to resume delivering
Toys to the kids
He had satisfied his itch
For a quick golf gig
The golf cart transformed then
Back to a sleigh
As Santa took off in a hurry
In his own special way
And ere he exclaimed,
as he drove out of sight,
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL GOLFERS,
AND TO ALL GOLFERS, “GOOD NIGHT!”
