Tis the Season..

I've decided to take another approach to describe the events of what happened yesterday by modifying "The Night Before Christmas" by Clement Clark Moore.

Twas the day before monday, and all through the apartment
we were itching to hike, even though it was foggy;
We found a short route, close to SF,
not knowing St. Nicholas soon would be there;
We wrapped ourselves up all snug in our coats,
While visions of the Bay Area danced in our heads;
Raquel with the Nalgene, and I with the pack,
set out on Mussel Rock Trail to a paragliding camp,
When out on the cliff there arose such a clatter,
I sprinted towards the beach to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a little old paraglider, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
He jumped off the cliff, to his team gave a whistle,
and paraglided down like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night".

It was definitely one of our more exciting hikes. I still have no idea how that paraglider manuevered the equipment with the entire costume, the fat suit, AND the hair/beard on. But then again, Santa is magic. So maybe he is just getting some relaxation time before the big night. That's my kind of Santa.