It was the night before golfing and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring but a near frozen mouse

All the clubs were laid out by the back door with care

With hopes of a birdie or an eagle mon fraire

The golfers were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of long-puts danced in their heads

And mamma with her new glove and I with my Cap

Just settled in for the upcoming cold snap

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter

Away to the window with a creaky-back and a flash

I cinched up my robe and threw open the sash

The sun glistened off of the freshly fallen rain

Gave the lustre of midday and a sigh “not again”

When what to my wondering eyes should appear

But a 26 of schnapps and a 24 of beer

With a little old driver, dented and nicked

I knew ...