To My Bat

Unwrapping you on Christmas morning,
My heart filled with so much pride.
Feeling your cold metal in my hands,
My happiness I could not hide.
I've learned to love the 'whack' you make,
And your rough leather grip.
You fit so perfectly in my hands,
Batting training I'll never skip.
Your Cadbury purple colour glints in the sun,
I drop you onto home plate and start to run.
I sprint my heart out and get safe at one,
It's more than just a game,
It's more than just fun.