'Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas The Night Before Christmas After a long night of delivering gifts, Santa likes to unwind and hit the slopes.

'Twas the Night before Christmas, and all-around resort; The snow was softly falling, for the daily snow report.
The chairlifts were hanging by the slopes with care; In hopes that lift-ops would soon be there.
Riders were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of powder danced in their heads.
When out at the Clock Tower there arose such a clatter; they sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the lodge they flew like a flash, Put on their helmets and grabbed their masks.
The snowguns created some new-fallen snow, forming jumps and runs; allowing the terrain to grow.
But what to my wondering eyes should appear, But Santa Claus dressed in full ski gear.
With skills unmeasured his powder turns came; And he whistled, and shouted, and called the runs by name.
"Ski Hemlock! Ski Victor! Ski Grice's Way! Ride Ramshead! Ride Meadows! Ride Hilda’s Hideaway!”
To the top of Mountain Express! To the top of the run! Skiing and riding at Boyne Mountain is loads of fun!"
And they heard him exclaim, as he skied out of sight, Happy holidays to all, and to all a good-night!