‘Twas 6 in the morning, when all through Mission Ridge’s Lodge like house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Pika (which is essentially 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 Groomers were nestled all snug in their Snow Cats,
Layin’ down that sweet corduroy that’s so beautiful to look at.
The best Snow Makers around were busy building that base,
And the Yeti at the summit was trying to make calls to outer space.
Suddenly over the radio arose such a clatter,
That this snow reporter set down his coffee, to see what twas the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a beautiful new day on the rise, more fun on the slopes drawing near.
There’s fresh snow in the forecast and a high near 27,
And we hope that new snow falls heavy like manna from heaven.
The groomed runs have been buffed out for you in advance,
But the corduroy might not last long as Cowboy Doug the groomer saw Prop Man doing a midnight snow dance.
While this morning there may not yet be new snow on the ground,
The Lift Mechanics And Ops will have chairs 1, 3, and 4 a runnin’ for you to make many a round.
We hope that your stockings were stuffed, and your presents stacked like a fountain,
And look forward to soon seeing you on the mountain.
Happy Holidays to you and yours from everyone here at Mission Ridge!