A Saturday with Santa
By Chip Cringle
Hey Chip, Mel wasn’t having any of that service animal stuff. Isn’t this California? If she didn’t make such a yummy Manhattan, why I’d put her on the naughty list. Easy Santa, I said, Randy already has. We’ll take our drinks outside and see how many of our PCGC golf scholars think Dasher and Prancer are lawn ornaments. Tell the “therapy reindeers” to watch out for CDub, Brian U and that new guy, Franky Moro. Why asked, the jolly one, are they hunters? The first two are, the other one just sprays the ball a bit. FORE!
Hey Santa, nice decorations they look so real, have you seen my ball? I know him, the man in red said, that’s Frank, he asks for the same thing every year, to beat El Camino in football and shorter school days. Chip, inquired Frank, where is my relief from these man-made objects?
Sitting out on the patio, Santa noticed Swingin Mr. Stevens, Blue Lou and the Sons of Civil Servants loading provisions from the cart girl. I’ll bet you a drink Chip, said the jolly one, they order three vitamin V’s with lime and one Miller Lite. Kevin can learn scurvy avoidance from those three.
Chairman Mike, Dennis K, Rod Wyman and a few of the other “Inside Boys” pulled up an adjourning table. Mel, keeping with the spirit of the holidays, began taking drink orders. Soon the bar was empty, and the patio packed. Cabo Nick smiled, winked and yelled out, “is this going to be the year”? Santa shook his head no, then thanked him for his very descriptive wish list.
Bill Feely, always the giver, asked for a Giants centerfielder and third baseman. For no apparent reason, perhaps bragging rights, Levi and Jeff K asked Santa to restore their jump shots to early 70’s levels.
And so it went long into that sunny winters’ day. Ray Yoshak back from exile nodded to Red, and the reindeers, and offered this toast,
“May your fairways always be green and vast,
your putts true, your horses fast,
your golf days many, and your burdens light,
so here’s to everyone on this wonderful night”.
Merry Chipmas!