A Christmas Poem To Ottawa Golf Forum
Twas the night before Christmas in the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:place><ST1>Ottawa</ST1> <ST1>Valley</ST1></st1:place><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p>
Not a golfer was on the course, wailing away with a Cally<o:p></o:p>
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Dan Kilbank was snuggled by the fireplace<o:p></o:p>
Wishing for gifts to help drives in the right place<o:p></o:p>
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Geoff Johnston was sitting and thinking away<o:p></o:p>
“What can I trade my driver for today?”<o:p></o:p>
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Hacker was busy decking out the tree<o:p></o:p>
Hoping for warm weather so he can hit the first tee<o:p></o:p>
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<st1:city><st1:place>Indio</st1:place></st1:city> was resting, his knee in a cast<o:p></o:p>
Wishing he’d taken care of that knee in the past<o:p></o:p>
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Bugsy was laying down, she is tired<o:p></o:p>
For looking after <st1:city><st1:place>Indio</st1:place></st1:city>, a nurse she should have hired<o:p></o:p>
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Big Mac was snoozing in his big comfy chair<o:p></o:p>
Dreaming of Flordia and the sunny warm air<o:p></o:p>
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Jarred was busy strumming a tune<o:p></o:p>
Praying a new girlfriend would be in the picture soon<o:p></o:p>
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Little Brit was baking cookies on the hot stove<o:p></o:p>
Knowing soon she be laying in the sand on <st1:place>Bermuda</st1:place> cove<o:p></o:p>
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Lance Lepage was out, still shopping with this wife<o:p></o:p>
He told her “Please Honey, do not buy me a 2 iron AKA butter knife”<o:p></o:p>
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Sillywilly was…………………………………..<o:p></o:p>
Well what can you say about Sillywilly? :laughing: <o:p></o:p>
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Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night<o:p></o:p>
Just a few more hours and Santa will be in sight<o:p></o:p>
HO HO HO
Merry Christmas to all the forum members & your families
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The Golfbum <st1:place></st1:place><o:p></o:p>
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