'Twas the Night Before Christmas, and All Through the Lodge...
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the lodge
Not a creature was stirring….must be the ‘nog
The boots were all drying along with the gloves
And the jackets were hung on the rack up above
The turkeys were thawing alone in the kitchen
And the chefs and the house staff had all started bitchin’
The skiers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of face-shots danced in their heads
The 212 had been tuned by our engineer
Not a bolt was loose…well, not that he could hear
Bugaboo pond had frozen and was all set for hockey
Lots of snow had fallen so no run was left rocky
I’d set out my thermals and all of my gear
My goggles were cleaned. I was ready...no fear
I was all snuggled up in my room called Howser
Almost asleep when I heard some rabble-rowser
I jumped out of bed and reached for my fleece
But in my haste I ripped off the sheets
Gathering the cloth around my cold body
I ran down the hall and out to the lobby
In the yard lights were flashing, an engine was roaring
What the hell was happening – it was hours til morning?
Where was everyone else? Was no one concerned?
I peered out the window and saw that rotor blades turned
The ‘copter it rose, snow was blowing around
I took a quick look, then fell to the ground
I covered my ears untill all became quiet
But really, the whole thing, it was such a riot!
I’m not certain, you know, because of the 'nog
But I’m pretty sure I heard a loud voice through the fog
“Thigh-deep powder, endless runs and first tracks
I wish you for Christmas… and I hope you come back!”