'TIS THE SEASON

'twas the night before ski season, 

and all through the house,

all the creatures were stirring,

(my house doesn't have mice.)

the snow pants were hung in the closet with care,

in hopes that fresh powder at brianhead would be there.

the children were nestled all snug in their beds, 

while visions of sick wipeouts danced in their heads.

- a poem by yours truly

but in all jokes/poetry aside. 

I AM SO PUMPED FOR THIS SKI SEASON.

(yes, i ski, not snowboard. laugh for a sec if you will, but good luck catching me on the slopes!)

my fam got season passes and my gma & gpa have a cozy little ski-in/ski-out condo, sooooo if you need me this winter you know where to find me
 :-)