Reporter:Phelps Snowmobile Club
Trail Conditions: No Snow
Snow Cover: None
Date of Report: December 24, 2023
Area Report:
Merry Christmas. Sorry to say that there is no snow on the ground and as of now nothing in the forecast. Lakes are bare of snow and thickness may be changing daily. None of the lakes in the Phelps area have been marked. Please check back soon as it only takes one good storm to turn things around. Please visit the Phelps area, there is more to us than just snowmobiling.
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the state
No matter where I looked, not a flake could I locate;
The sleds were all loaded, and gear all packed up
In hopes of heading North in our pick-up Truck;
Everyone was all nestled all snug in their beds
With visions of riding groomed trails danced in their heads;
When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew to see what was going on,
Only to see our front yard looking like a pond.
A moonless night had turned to rain,
Washing our wishes down the drain;
But what to my wondering eyes should appear,
A beautiful sled loaded with riding gear,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
even with his helmet on, it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his riding group came,
And shouted out and called them by name.
Now Polaris, now Yamaha, and now Ski-Doo;
On Lynx, on Artic Cat, boy what a crew,
And then what I heard on the roof, the revving and stopping of sleds just like hoof’s.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney he came with a bound.
He was dressed in all Gore-Tex from his head to his foot,
With the smell of a two-stroke oil and soot.
An array of accessories he had in his sack,
Wonderful items he unpacked.
Helmet, boots, mirrors and gloves,
All things sled heads really love.
He spoke not a word and went straight to his work,
Left loads of gifts and with a jerk;
And laying his finger aside his nose, and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He cinched up his helmet and turned to his crew,
Started their sleds and away they flew.
But I heard him exclaim as they rode out of site, “May 2024 bring you snow, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”
