Finish the Golfers Christmas poem

(1)
Twas just before Christmas & all through the lands ,
Us golfers were hatching our new year plans.
No more trebble bogeys , im goint to break par .
Im going eat in the restruant and drink at the bar,
I promise to change my shoes in the locker room
& not at the car ..

(2)
Santas coming oh what will he bring
Will it be something that helps with my swing
It could be a putter,or a new driver
Bought off ebay, for less than a fiver
Whatever he delivers,or whatever it is
If it doesn't work
I could always join Smithy down the river and fish.

(3)
The PGA pro, his name was Stevie
He promised me wedge play as seen on TV
No more fats and no more thins,
you should have seen my massive grin!
Out on the course it all went sour
Looking for balls for another hour.

(4)
The wind is howling and the rain how it pours,
Most sensible folk are staying indoors.
But not the golfer, who has time off work,
Who cares if that rainhat makes him look like a berk.
It's off to the course for 18 holes or more
Course closed on Xmas Day? Oh what a bore...