I was making some turns in the fresh powder snow
When I thought heard some guy go “Ho ho ho”
Passed me going fast and did a flip off a boulder
With a big white beard streaming over his shoulder
Santa’s going skiing over Christmas break
All the kids wanting toys’ll just have to wait
Who’d have thought that Santa his job would forsake
Turns out that Santa is a real snow flake
I thought I could catch him, but I lost the race
He carved GS turns and tucked the face
But I could still see him, the chase didn’t cease
Dressed head to toe in fuzzy red fleece
The line at the lift was like a small town
I figured the wait would slow him down
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Santa caught a lift on a flying reindeer
Santa’s going skiing over Christmas break
All the kids wanting toys’ll just have to wait
Who’d have thought that Santa could be so fleet?
Turns out he’s faster than Picabo Street
But could he ski bumps? Well that was revealed
Jingle bells rang as he flew through the field
Laying a finger aside of his nose
Jolly Saint Nick off the mogul he rose
I shouted to him Hey! Santa, if you please
All I want for Christmas is some snazzy shaped skis
That jolly old elf, right then and there
Clicked off his bindings and gave me his pair
They were cool and clean
They were red and green
About turn themselves
They were made by elves
Santa’s going skiing over Christmas break
All the kids wanting toys’ll just have to wait
Santa’s heading off on a powder hunt, he
Is the master of the backcountry
Santa’s going skiing over Christmas break
All the kids wanting toys’ll just have to wait
I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he skied out of sight
“Merry Christmas to all: I’m dreaming it’s white!”
