23 November 2012
The season is nearly upon us The one that I love best Not the one where Santa comes But the one with thermal vests
Yep it's snowing in the States And soon in Europe too Scotland may even get a good season To turn your tootsies blue
I'd rather have skis and Gluwein Than sun tan lotion and a beach I love the fresh mountain air upon my face And have cheeks as rosy as a peach
It's a sport for the young or old Colour, race or creed You see all shapes and sizes And abilities on the piste
We missed last season The new baby was priority But not this year Our kiddies were born to ski!
I think this will be the year That Alex kicks my ass He has absolutely no fear So I may just let him pass
So from now on I'll be glued to my snow app Deciding where to go last minute Studying the piste map
Tis the season to be jolly But I don't drink and ski Especially since there's four of us now I can't afford to break my knee! (Again)
Tis The Season To Be Jolly • Opuss № I