Twas the Night Before Christmas
Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the fields,
Not a player was present, no bats they did wield.
At home stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that new batting gloves’ would soon be in there.
The kiddos were snuggled all snug in their beds
With visions of double plays and homeruns in their heads.
The coach in his team shirt cuz he owns nothing more
Had just settled In for a short winter snore
When all of the sudden there arose such a clatter,
Softball fans everywhere sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the garage to grab gloves, bats and balls
They Heard the familiar sounds of a game being called.
The moon on the field gave just enough light
For teams to gather and play, what a beautiful sight
Then what to the wondering eyes did appear,
But several teams of girls with all of their gear.
At first I thought my eyes must be playing a trick
When I saw that the umpire was no one else but St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his girls how they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, catchers, now pitchers, first base and third,
Come short stops and outfielders and 2nd – have y’all heard?
The grass may be covered with rain or new snow
But this game cannot wait, because I love it you know!”
So As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
The players gathered quickly together and looked to the sky.
The coach took his place in the dugout on this special night
While reindeer’s and parents awaited the best sight.
Girls playing together, this game they adore
Giving their all, working hard, and sleeping no more.
The coach threw in the game ball, the starts twinkled and shone
And Old St Nick laced his boots feeling rightly at home.
He was dressed like a blu, with a Santa hat and a smile.
He would be covered in dirt in just a short while.
The bundle of toys and his reindeer wait in the sleigh
Because HIS one Christmas wish was to let the girls PLAY!
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
With a nod of his head, he called his first strike
The parents they grumbled, but they knew he was right.
The next pitch caught him high right in the belly
And he laughed as he jiggled like a bowl full of jelly.
“Hey Catch, you have to get those – I’m old ya see,
No wonder your mama got you a new glove from me.”
He was chubby and plump, but you could tell he played ball
And we all laughed on the field, with no worries at all.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know we would not get to bed…
He stood behind the plate and went straight to his work,
Called the game fairly, and ignored any jerks.
Then as the 7th inning came and went so quick
He disappeared to his sleigh, a sure Christmas trick.
Beyond the outfield fence – to his team he gave whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
The players and parents and coaches and fans
Just stood in amazement, clapping their hands.
And as we watched him disappear into the dark night
We heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight—
“Yall are blessed to the bone, with this game you adore
The love of your family, the friends and mentors…
No matter what you do, or where you will go
These memories will burn on and in your heart they will show.
Keep working hard and remember to KEEP IT ALL FUN
And no matter the score….you will have surely won!”
The last thing he said as he drove high out of sight
Was Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
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