"T'was the Night Before Powder"
by Chas Anderson (apologies to Clement C. Moore)

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'T'was the night before powder, when all thru the lodge,

not a skier was stirring, not even the dog.

The skis were all sharpened, and waxed by the door,

great trails to rip, mountains to explore.

When up in the attic, a great thundering we could hear.

Hello people, are we expecting reindeer?

A sawing, a buzzing, a bugleing sound,

Came down from the roof, all the way to the ground.

I undid my sipper, crawled out of the bag.

What could that be, such a sonorous jag?

It roared and bellowed and thundered galore,

and didn't stop when I looked thru the door.

He lay all in his glory, from head to his foot,

and he shook all over with each breath he took.

He shook all the rafters, he shook all the beams,

even broke glass in the windows it seems.

We shoved him, and shook him, that snoring old elf.

I screamed and I swore, in spite of myself.

He would not awaken, just continued to puff.

Finally I'd had quite enough, desperate people do desperate acts.

Couldn't miss the powder, we had to attack.

What can be done? We've got to get sleep!

Let's tie him and bind him, throw him in the creek.

And we heard him exclaim, as he floated out of sight.

"Just one of these days I'd like a Good Night!"

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