Snow. Snow makes my holiday seasons. Not just because I crave powder like chocolate on a bad day. But gently falling snow, the warm reflection of lights off crystal and my nose turned pink by frosty air is just part of what the holidays are for me.
I sit here with my Gingerbread Latte, Christmas music jingling on the overhead speakers, but honestly it doesn’t feel like the holidays in the valley and the weather has been unusually warm. I am looking forward to escaping to the Magical Wasatch, my favorite mountain playground.
My most treasured Christmas memories are spending Christmas Eve as a family flying down the slopes before enjoying fireworks at the base. Now, with kids of my own, I want to pass on this Christmas magic and Snowbasin Resort is a wonderful place to do it.
Instead of waiting in lines at the nearest shopping mall to sit on Santa’s knee, my kids sit on the Little Cat lift and chat with him. At 4:30, we move into Earl’s Lodge for dinner. And instead of donning our best dresses, we shuffle around in ski pants and Patagonia long sleeves. No one minds my helmet hair and quite frankly everyone is so consumed with the joy of the season to care much about such frivolities.
Instead of rushing around town to pick up last minute gifts, we settle into a peaceful dinner with our “ski family”, complete with turkey, pork, ham, buttery potatoes, and desserts crafted by the awesome Snowbasin bakery.
Our Christmas anticipation is capped off with Santa arriving on a vintage snowcat, a torchlight parade and fireworks echoing through the quiet hush of an alpine eve. My kids can get their picture taken with Santa before he heads into the night to spread Christmas joy. Our night lights up with the glee and laughter of our children. Perfection. I simple cannot wait.