‘Twas 6am in the morning, when all through Mission Ridge’s Lodge like house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Pika (which is like a really fat mouse).
The beer mugs were placed, on the bar shelves with care
In hopes that fresh ale, soon would be there.
The A.M. Groomers were nestled, all snug in their Snow Cats,
For their hard work they deserve at least the tip of all your hats.
And the Snow Makers are more than up for the task
Each one undoubtedly donned in a warm winter cap,
For the Ridge was just about to wake from its off hours nap.
When over the radio arose such a clatter,
That this snow reporter set down his coffee mug, to see what twas the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a beautiful sun on the rise and bluebird skies drawing near.
We’ll have comfy temps throughout the day, and a high near 31,
And little to no wind and plenty of sun.
The groomed runs have been fitted with fresh corduroy pants,
And Cowboy Doug the groomer said he even saw Prop Man doing a midnight snow dance.
While this morning there may be no new snow on the ground,
The Lift Mechanics And Ops will have all chairs a runnin’ for you to make many a round.
And we hope that your stockings were stuffed to the brim and we know that your tummy will surely get it’s its fill,
And look forward to soon seeing you on the hill.
Happy Holidays to you and yours from everyone here at Mission Ridge!