Well, folks, it's finally here. Opening Day for the 2009-2010 Winter Season officially starts TOMORROW, Saturday, December 12th. From 9am to 10pm, half the trails will be open, half the lifts will be running and snow sport enthusiasts will be jumping for joy.
We've been working very hard the past two days preparing for our big start and things are finally starting to wind down a bit. Before we close for the day and go home to rest for the new season, we'd like to share a little poem, both in honor of the winter season ahead and the Christmas holiday that is present. Enjoy!
'Twas the night before Opening Day, when all through the house
Not a Snowmonster was stirring, not even a mouse.
The skis and boards were hung by the ceiling with care
In hopes that snow sport enthusiasts would soon be there.
The skis and boards were hung by the ceiling with care
In hopes that snow sport enthusiasts would soon be there.
The (Liberty) workers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of snow days danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ski jacket, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a short winter's nap.
When out on Liberty Mountain there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But eight tired snowmakers and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old snowmobile, so lovely and quick,
But eight tired snowmakers and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old snowmobile, so lovely and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his Mountain Team they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
More rapid than eagles his Mountain Team they came
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Ron! Now Rusty! Now Jason and Corey!
On Tom! On Scott! On Brad, on John!
To the top of the Alpine Patio! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he frove out of sight,
"Happy Opening Day to all, and to all a goodnight!"
On Tom! On Scott! On Brad, on John!
To the top of the Alpine Patio! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he frove out of sight,
"Happy Opening Day to all, and to all a goodnight!"
I especially like the part about the snowmakers...they rock!
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