Nothing means the holidays more than giving and THP wants to give away some fantastic gifts to all of our readers. Entering is as easy as leaving a comment each day (either in the forum or home page depending on the contest) for the prizes you want to be entered for and of course there will be some ways to get bonus entries as well.
Prize List
Bobby Jones Alpaca Cable 1/4 Zip
Half a year supply of Bridgestone B330-RX Golf Balls (made in the USA packaging)
Bushnell Laser Rangefinders (2 prizes)
Upgraded Driver Shaft (You choose from tons that are available)
Cleveland Black 3 Wood
Hopkins Set of Custom Engraved Wedges
Callaway Big Bertha V-Series 3 Wood
Autographed Srixon Staff Bag (game used by G-Mac) (for Albatross Club members only)
Automatic Entry into THP Event of your choice (for 2015 Albatross Club members only) (excluding #TheGrandaddy) (entry fees apply)
First Contest
The 1st contest is up and running and you can enter by leaving a comment in the forum thread right here.
Good luck and enjoy 2014 THP Holiday Cheer.
A SOLDIER’S CHRISTMAS
‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
and to see just who in this little house lived.
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No Stockings by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
The home of a soldier, I could now see clearly.
The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I picture a United States Soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.
Soon round the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn’t help wondering how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to one knee and started to cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice,
“Santa don’t cry, for this life is my choice”.
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more,
My life is my God, my country, my corps.”
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still,
as we both shivered from the cold night’s chill.
I didn’t want to leave, on that cold, dark night,
this guardian of honor, so willing to fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, “Carry on Santa…., It’s Christmas Day…., All is secure.
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend…. and to all a Good Night.
~ Author Unknown ~
This Page is Dedicated With Thanks To All Of The Men, Women and Veterans
Of Our Country’s Armed Forces.