‘Twas the week before Christmas, and across our region,

The pounding rain masked the sound of weepin’,

Ski trails are closed, too wet or icy;

and fuggedabout Alpine skiing, it’s way too pricey.

With Mother Naure and Saint Nick

we’ve a bone to pick it’s likely;

The holiday forecast implies skiing to be dicey.

But never give up ’cause that’s not the plan;

Hope that groomers will find a way to get the upper hand.