A Christmas Paddle Poem

December 25,2018

A Christmas Paddle Poem
By Greg LaVelle (modified by Russ Jones)

T’was the night before Christmas
And out on the courts
Were all types of people
In tennies and 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 screens they scurried, lined up, and cheered
Let's serve it and spin it, let's volley and kill
The balls started bouncing as if without will
The sound from the wires and balls as they rose
Moved all of the players to the tips of their toes
One screen and two screens, 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
"First-In" 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 6 to 0
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 Paddle to all, my work here is done!"