Twas the night before Christmas

[DMC]

Twas the night before Christmas - And all through the ravine.
With the moon shining brightly - All the rocks could be seen.
The boards were all stacked in the shelter with care
In hopes the Saint Powder Claus soon would be there.


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[M@]

The shushers we sleeping, all snug in there sacks
With visions of snowfields without any tracks.
The lean-to was full, and snoring was loud
And everyone dreamt of the lunch rock's crowd.

[elwood]

When out on the headwall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my sleeping bag to see what was the matter
Up the trail to the ravine I flew like a flash,
Stopping to grab my skis and dig for my stash.

[Skilasnow]

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of powder above and below

When, what do my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fine headwall hucker, with nothing to fear

[skicdave]

With a little wooden pair, so lively and fat,
I knew in a moment it must be Toni Matt,
More rapid than a gondola his sherpas they came,
And he whistled, and cursed, and called them by fame!...