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08.11.2021

The Singing Pajama and Peppermint Skier

On the snowy slopes just north of here

They say there is a man

Who takes the runs as swiftly

As any human can

They say he wears a long, grey beard

That in the wind it flies

And that he’s up and on his skis

As soon as the light’s in the skies

They say he gets right out of bed

And doesn’t even dress

He comes along in his sleeping clothes

With stripes ‘cross his legs and chest

They say he makes a graceful line

That he weaves through the trees and rocks

And he always has several peppermints

Tucked into the tops of his socks

They say he sometimes sings aloud

When he’s rushing down the way

But when he reaches the bottom

He hasn’t a word to say

In fact they say no one has heard

Him ever say a thing

Except for those carried in melodies

That make up the songs that he sings

They say he is a legend there

That his presence is truly a gift

And I hope when I’m next in the mountains

I might see him while riding the lift

I hope when I’m next in the mountains

He’ll pass by me in the snow

For they say you can always smell peppermint

Wherever this skier may go