Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the course,
28 cars worth of people were disc golfing, says a reliable source.
The world had not ended, as the Mayans projected
So 5 met at hole 1, so that teams could be selected
Most had to leave, most notably, Dro
Who had to clean house, instead of ‘throw-glo’.
Funky had bailed, along with him, Mary
So twas up to us, this ‘burden’ we’d carry.
Hos planned to not stay. In the end he was snared.
By the Christmas goodies, which Vic had prepared.
After the goodies were passed round and shared
More teams were formed by the flipping of platters
Twas Patty with Jobe, & lone Dave to ‘have-at-er’
At Zero Dark:30, we tee’d on hole 1.
All our friends are with family, but WE’RE having fun!
Vic’s stocking was stuffed with 3 of 4 CTPs
The bounty they split, so, yes, Hossy was pleased.
The Ace-fund was open, we had enough peeps.
But the chain crashers arms, could have used GPS.
(Pronounced: “Geeps”. Work with me here!..)
Dave’s putting was strong, and Patty canned twos.
But Hos & Vic prevailed, despite lack of booze.
The prize pack was small, but it just didn’t matter,
We came and we played, and we got to huck platters.
That familiar old “jingle” wasn’t always Kris Kringle.
The round ended in hugs, under moonlit skies
As we told fellow golfers, “I love you guys”.
I was heard to exclaim, as I drove out of the park
“Merry Christmas to all, come golf with us in the dark”
Hi, I’m Hos, I’ll be your guest Down Low Dubs Chronicler for this evening. Your regularly scheduled chronicler, one ‘Gr8Rocshot’ will return… uh, ‘whenever he damn well pleases.’
Upon a 3pm arrival, I counted 28 cars on this “in-the-hole-iest” of eves.
After a full solo daylight round, I hooked up with Dro, Jobe and a couple others for a beat-the-sunset front 9, which we nearly finished.
It was my intent to leave prior to dark:30, but the intrepid club Treasurer used some sort of mind control on me to convince me to stay. It went down like this…
Vic: “Stick around for night golf.”
Me: “OK. “
I mean, how do you even argue with that?
Despite our urgings, da Dro had to forego da glow, to go to his abode and give the gift of cleanliness; for which, he would, theoretically, receive the gift of staying in a relationship.
The Christmas eve glow round came down to 5 devoted souls who would see the Christmas display light show (in the form of one lit pen) placed lovingly upon each of the DISCatchers, before we performed our “in-the-hole-iest” of duties.
We all flipped discs and Vic and I were teamed up. I figured that Jobe, Peyton & Patty would triple it up, but they flipped again and teamed up Jobe & Patty, leaving Dave P playing the Cali Kid.
Santa granted a few taystee putts for Patty, and a few more for Dave. But it was obviously Vic with the inside track to St. Nick, as he was able to stick 3 of the 4 CTNPs. (Closest to the North Pole)
The crusty, but trusty 71 mold awoke from it’s slumber just in time to help me drain a few from outside the circle.
Vic & Hos -8
Dave & Dave -2
Patty & Jobe E