One of our travel writers wrote a lovely poem about her stay with us. Thought you might enjoy it too. Thank you for letting us share it Connie!
‘Twas six months before Christmas and all through the campground
We swam and we fished and played on the playground
At night we snuggled all comfy in bed
In a rather nice cabin, not the tent that I dread
One morning we woke to the sound of Ho! Ho! Ho!
And knew in a moment that off we must go
To the pavilion to hear the story retold
Of that Christmas Eve in times of old
Santa chose children to play all of the parts
Ma, the children, the man dear to our hearts
His version of the story drew much laughter
Then Santa stayed to answer questions after
Children asked how he can move so fast
Christmas Eve night doesn’t long last
Yet he visits children the world around
And all the while doesn’t make a sound
Santa answered more question from girls and boys
Including how can he possibly afford all those toys
And then we were off to continue our day
At Lake Rudolph where all day long we would play
Read Connie’s full article on MidwestWanderer.com.