A City With Lights And Trees

'Twas the night before Christmas...

A River With Buildings And Trees With Lights On The Side

’Twas the night before Christmas at The Broadmoor so grand,
Where the Rockies rise nobly above frosted land.
Cheyenne Lake shined softly in the moon’s gentle glow,
Reflecting the pines dressed in fresh Winter snow.

The guests were nestled all snug in their suites,
Where a crackling fire made the evening complete.
And staff in their finery moved quietly around,
Curating a night full of peace most profound…

A Small Statue In A Garden

When out by the lake there arose such a clatter,
The bellmen sprang up to see what was the matter.
They hurried past the front desk and up the escalator,
Past the gingerbread display and it’s chocolate ice skater.


The swans were a’honking, their slumber suspended,
And the deer gazed around, their naps now had ended.
When what should appear to the bellman’s surprise,
But Santa’s red sleigh, gliding down from the skies.

A Person Sitting In A Chair With A Christmas Tree In The Background

At NORAD the experts were checking their screens,
Tracking Santa’s journey across global scenes.
A flash on the radar, a signal so clear -
He’s checking into The Broadmoor, spreading good cheer!

Through the grand halls he carried his presents with care,
A twinkle in his eyes, joy filling the air.
He tiptoed down hallways, door after door,
And placed every gift as guests gently snored.

A Person Holding A Coffee Cup

His mission accomplished, Saint Nick paused for a beat,
Then declared to himself, “It’s time for a sweet!”
To Café Julie’s he dashed, his face all aglow,
Yearning for tarts and eclairs, and maybe hot cocoa.

Santa took a seat by the fire and put his feet up,
A mountain of whipped cream nearly overflowing his cup.
“Now this,” Santa chuckled, with crumbs on his beard,
“Is the real Christmas magic I look forward to each year.”

A Body Of Water With Trees And Buildings Around It

Then back to his sleigh he returned with a grin,
With a nod to the swans and deer settling back in.
“Merry Christmas to The Broadmoor, to every single guest,
I can’t wait to return to the best resort east or west.”