twas the night before Xmas at McGolf
December 18th, 2008Twas the night before Christmas and all through the mchouse,
Only Robin was stirring my precious little spouse.
The clubs were hung by the drying rack with care.
In hopes that fewer strokes soon would be there.
The EZGO workhorse was recently parked after long trip on the range.
Jim was passing that time listening to his favorite song called Lagrange.
When done with the golf balls he removed his cap.
Just in time to hear new golfers driving cleaned orbs with a mighty loud slap.
In the golf shop a computerized fitting is in progress
Using the launch monitor we will remove your golfing stress
The FAZ Fit connectors will make your perfect combo will appear.
After all I am the international clubmaker of the year
The rest of this rhyme is about the mcgolf clan
I’m describing boys and Robin, that’s part of the plan
TJ is close to the end of college
He is learning that the ol man does have some knowledge
He is learning the in’s and out of school
And has built the mcgolf website that actually is cool
Shane has started college and has is own living locker
Now if he can get up before noon that would be a shocker
He was recently knock down a peg
When at a concert he has broken his leg.
Robin is the back bone of the McGolf clan
She is the one that always has a plan
If not for her we would all be in disarray
There is not enough money in fort Knox that should be her pay.
I’ll try to bring this poem back on track.
And get this done before I have to write on the back
So, when Using your new golf clubs that I’m sure won’t be a chore.
You’ll no longer need an eraser to lower the score.
When you are on the tee and hit the ball out of sight
Robin and I want to wish you all merry Christmas night.



