ALTA, Wyo. – Grand Targhee shared a cheeky play on the famous Christmas poem, A Visit from St. Nicholas by Clement Clarke Moore.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Targhee,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Willie.
The jackets were hung by the heater with care,
In hopes that St. Nick and his pal ULLR, soon would be there.

The children were nestled in the Sioux Lodge beds,
With visions of the Kids Adventure Zone they’d soon shred.
Mom in her “beanie” and I in my cap,
Had left big sister in charge as we snuck down to the Trap.

When out on the mountain a diesel engine did clatter,
As Prenoth Groomers laid down a fresh corduroy platter.
Away to the deck as we departed the bar,
To see what was happening and admire their work from afar.

The glow of the moon on the freshly groomed runs,
Gave way to another day of shredding with buds.
When, what through my googles did appear,
But Morty the Moose and a fresh can of Rainier.

We laid down to rest, in our cozy queen beds,
And dreamt of the turns on the mountain called Fred’s.
With Wille watching guard, keeping one eye out,
We heard a honk and a shout, and they called out.

Now Dreamcatcher, now Shoshone, now Sac. and Blackfoot!
On, Mary’s, on Fred’s, On Chief Joe, and Das Boat!
To the top of the Mountain, to the top of the Tetons,
Those reindeer flew as they pulled their Papoose.

Santa and his sleigh had gifts all stuffed in a sack,
Presents from The Board Shop, T.M.O., and Habitat.
From across the Trap, they gathered up steam,
With a boost from Snorkels, coffee please, no cream.

He was dressed in Burton gear from his head to his toe,
His clothes were pristine as he spread Christmas glow.
A bundle of skis were strapped to his pack,
A quiver of gear to match any condition at that.

His eyes twinkled like new fallen snow, his dimples how merry.
His cheeks rosy from the frigid night air!
He smiled as he looked in awe at the freshly groomed trails,
Wishing he could make some first tracks at first light’s prevail.

Surely those lessons on fat bikes and Nordic skis did help,
for they glided through the night, not a whimper, not a yelp.
As they flew over the Grand Teton, truly a sight to see,
Santa yelled from his sleigh “Merry Christmas, Targhee”!

We woke to sunshine, breakfast, and Rocky Mountain coldsmoke,
The kids were getting along, no fighting, no joke.
A beautiful Christmas day was had, with friends and family.
So come ski and enjoy the vibe that’s uniquely Targhee.”

Buckrail @ Lindsay

Lindsay Vallen is a Community News Reporter covering a little bit of everything; with an interest in politics, wildlife, and amplifying community voices. Originally from the east coast, Lindsay has called Wilson, Wyoming home since 2017. In her free time, she enjoys snowboarding, hiking, cooking, and completing the Jackson Hole Daily crosswords.