Twas the night before Christmas
And out on the courts
Were all types of people
In sweats and in shorts.
All of them beaming and shouting with joy
Happy as children with a new Christmas toy.
Out of their bags, colorful paddles appeared
To the kitchen they scurried, lined up, and cheered.
Let’s dink it and drop it, let’s volley and kill
The balls started bouncing as if without will.
The sound from the paddles and balls as they rose
Moved all of the players to the tips of their toes.
Cross court and forward, balls started to fly
When appeared an old player with a wink in his eye.
Dressed in all red from his head to his toe
A smile on his face and a warm, cheery glow.
0 0 2 he shouted as he served me the ball
He moved like the wind,…barely saw him at all.
Then all of a sudden, it was 11 - 0h
As we lightly touched paddles, he said he must go.
Before I asked where,… he disappeared in a haze
But I heard his farewell while still in my daze.
“Keep playing and laughing and having your fun!
Merry Pickleball to all, my work here is done!”
And for everyone who would like to watch Cliff's wonderful video again, here's the YouTube Link https://youtu.be/9qw4hPtaG7g?si=UbJwGBWNAryBxD3Y ENJPY!!!
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