Twas the week before Christmas
and all through the Gate House
not a skier was stirring
They were all tired out. Cool
The powder was falling like it should every night.
and it piled up higher, looking just right.
The skiers lined up, ready for the lift
Here comes first chair, now it is time to rippp!
The hum of the drive, the squeak of the sheaves,
and piles of snow like you wouldn't believe.
As I and three others got onto the chair,
we rode and breathed in the cold winter's air
When what to my wondering eyes did appear?
Noski, who said, "check out my brand new ski gear!"
And though we were in shock to see her on skis
we were all, somehow, quite pleasantly pleased!
With amazing grace, she floated o'r the snow,
Looking like Stein, until she sneezed.
Then the sound of bells, I heard from afar,
as I made fresh tracks on powd'ry Northstar.
As beginners made pizza and I some French Fries,
I realized the sound was the alarm from my car.
And I wondered how my car had gotten up there,
(I was thinking a VERY loud alarm)
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