Dear Santa,
I believe. I believe in you, the Tooth Fairy and the Playboy Bunny. I believe naughty is more fun than nice. I believe that some nine handicaps are legitimate. I believe the DH is wrong and AstroTurf is a necessary evil. I believe the 49ers and the Raiders should play out of the same stadium. I believe if you give me a soft summer breeze, a woman and a moon lit night, you can keep the breeze and the moonlight. I believe lingerie is at it's loveliest when it is on the floor. I believe the sexiest part of a woman's body is her mind. Ok, Santa you caught me, I was just check to see if you were still reading.
I believe in square grooves, belly putters or not, you still have to make the shot. I believe Bill "Two Spins" Feeley will stay under 200 pounds. I believe and pray that the ASCOT returns to fashion prominence. I believe in two dollar beers and over tipping. I believe Mark Macguire, Barry Bonds and all the other cream or clear guys do not deserve Hall of Fame consideration. I believe, big guy, we should periodically be reminded that perhaps, we sometimes, very rarely take her for granted. After all, deep down inside, she is still just a girl at heart in the arms of a man. I believe match play is the only way to play this game. I believe Tiger and Phil would have trouble with our 19th hole.
Santa, I believe I want to wish you and the membership a Merry Chipmas.
Love,
Chip