Just a Lazy Christmas Eve
Six intrepid sightseers were getting ready to rally.
Knowing thigh-deep fresh powder awaited them there.
While the thermometer on the dash dropped below zero degrees.
The group set out in the frost for a long winter's march.
To see a whole world emerge beyond ice-crusted eyes.
Sweating in frigid air and fogging their glasses.
Gave a luster of summer to the fog bank below.
But a spread of Chugach Mountains, brilliantly clear.
They knew in a rapid heartbeat it must be Lazy.
To stand in the wind and breathe something sublime.
But were ecstatic with the Christmas gift they had chosen.
Wondering if one Lazy Christmas could ever be enough.
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all awesome trips."