KRIS EDLUND
St Paul Ski Club
skijumpmom@q.com
T’was The Night Before Winter
T’was the night before winter
And at the ski hill,
Not a creature was stirring
Because of the chill.
The skis were standing by the chalet with care
In hopes that a snowfall
Soon would be there.
When what to my
Wondering eyes should appear,
Several frosty snowflakes
Falling so far and so near.
The cold whistling wind
So blustery and brisk
I knew in a moment
This must be our wish.
And more rapid than Eagles
The skiers all came
They handed out numbers,
They shouted out names.
To the top of the jump
The skiers did climb
With skis in their hands,
Set for a jumping good time.
Down the in-run they came
With a leap before flight
They flew in a “V”
With all of their might
They spoke not a word,
As they soared past “K”
“Telemark” was the landing,
they wanted this day.
At the bottom of the hill
With their boots off their skis
What place would they take?
For their ski jumping memories
but I heard one exclaim
As they flew over the knoll
“Happy Skiing to one,
And safe jumping to all”
