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Night Before Christmas at Carowinds

Chris Foshee

Social Media & Digital Marketing Manager - @chrisfoshee on Twitter

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the park, 
not a creature was stirring, not even a bark; 
the stockings were hung by the state line with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. 

The rides were nestled all snug in their beds, 
while visions of happy guests danced in their heads; 
with new rides to be added to the map and the stars shining bright, 
all of Carowinds was closed for a long winter night.

When out on the midways there arose such a clatter, 
park security sprung to see what was the matter. 
Away to the gates they flew like a flash, 
it sounded like Fury was making a midnight dash. 

The moon, shining off the record-breaking ride, 
gave a luster of a most thrilling glide; 
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear, 
but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer

With a little old driver so lively and quick, 
they knew in a moment it was old St. Nick. 
More rapid than Intimidator his coursers they came, 
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

“Now Dasher, now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! 
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!"
To the top of the lift hill they rode, 
ready for the 325-foot drop below. 

Through the cold air they screamed, 
this ride was everything they had dreamed. 
Through the Hive Dive, Santa ducked his head; 
It was moving much faster than he had read. 

After one last series of airtime goodies, 
he was happy he didn’t eat too much milk and cookies. 
As the train came to a stop and they flew out of sight, 
Santa screamed out, “A Furious Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” 

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Chris Foshee

Social Media & Digital Marketing Manager - @chrisfoshee on Twitter

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