There’s not much for me to add. I know there will be a ton of cooking and good cheer in the Richard household tonight.
So, how about a poem for Christmas Eve?
Hushed was the night on the Judean hill.
The weary shepherds with their charges lay
under a darkened sky, serene until
There shone the wonder of eternal day.
Then was the sky ablaze with glorious light;
The white-robed angels of the Lord came down:
” Peace on earth, good will to men this night…
Forever blessings on your little town.”
Now, under centuries the shepherds lie,
And quiet is the little town, but still
The blessings holds.The word that will not die
Proclaims once more, as on that faded hill,
The love of God; and in the hearts of men,
The star still glows- and Christ is born again.—- “Christmas Eve”, by Anne Stubbe
Hat tip: Free Poems Christmas Eve
Doug:
Merry Christmas!
I’m thinking of ditching my driver at the 2014 Goodboys Tournament. It adds more strokes to my game and extra weight in the bag(period). May even pickup a David Leadbetter video for the winter.
Go Patriots!
Cubby
Comment by Ron "Cubby" Myerow — December 24, 2013 @ 12:01 pm
Merry Christmas Doug and Tracey…miss you both the most at Christmas
Comment by jana — December 24, 2013 @ 8:37 pm
Cubby – I think that’s a great idea. Go with a “Frankenwood” like Phil did at the British Open. I think it was driver length but with a 3-wood head. Or was it vice-versa?
Thanks Jana, next year c’mon out and spend Christmas with us! You can even bring your cheese grits recipe with you. Daiquiris by the tiki bar.
Comment by The Great White Shank — December 26, 2013 @ 11:59 pm