Oh great and all powerful Gods of Winter
We, the humble believers, beseech Thee
To retrain this immoderate warm weather
With which we have had to contend
With Thy cold embrace, bring blankets of snow
Give us fresh powder to shred
Upon the mountains which we commune with you
So that we may feel the icy cold upon our faces
Great Gods of Winter we ask not for ourselves
But we ask this of all Thy believers
So that we may once again come to Thy houses
Build upon mountains, to be with Thee for all times.
Now I lay me down to bed
I pray the Lord for POW to shred
And if it’s waist deep when I wake
Epic lines I vow to take.
The Snowboarders Prayer
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Snowboard be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Powder days be done,
On earth as it is in the Snow Park.
Give us this day our daily shred.
And forgive us our face plants,
As we forgive them that
plant against us.
And lead us not into Moguls;
But deliver us from ski Schools:
For thine is the Chairlift,
the Poma, and the Gondola,
Forever and ever.