12/24/2024
🎄’Twas the night before Christmas, in Heber Valley so sweet,
Not a snowplow was moving, not even on Main Street.
The skis were all waxed, and boots by the door,
With hopes of fresh powder the next day to explore.
The people were all nestled, sleeping snug in their beds,
While visions of Ice Castles danced in their heads.
With cocoa in hand and the firelight’s glow,
Locals and visitors reveled in the soft falling snow.
When out over Deer Creek, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my home to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
To discover it's just the Heber Valley Railroad
running in a mad winter dash.
The moon on the frost of the Mount Timp peak
Gave the luster of magic to all that's unique.
When what to my wondering eyes did I see,
But a red-suited cowboy with eight elk running free.
With a chuckle so jolly and a "Howdy!" to boot,
I knew in a moment, it was Santa with the loot.
Faster than snowmobiles, his sleigh did move,
And he whistled and hollered as he got in the groove
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each rugged hoof.
As I turned from the sight to head back inside,
Down the chimney came Santa, the dude did abide.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
Filling stockings with treasures, and wearing a smirk.
Then tipping his hat and winking with cheer,
He left a lift ticket for the first run of the year.
He sprang to his sleigh and gave a hearty yell,
And away they all soared, a sight I cannot dispel.
But I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
“Merry Christmas Heber Valley, and to all a good night!” 🎅
