The Christmas tree was decorated next to Roma Downey with care, in hopes that 5 p.m. soon would be there.
The staffers were working on the March/April spread, while visions of The Canyons skied through their heads.
And the assistant Web editor in his Captain America hat and I in my old-lady reading glasses, were excited to use our Snowbird ski passes.
When out on 700 East, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my office to see what was the matter.
Away to my window, I flew like a flash, pulled up the blinds and knocked over my candy stash.
The fog covered up the wet, sloshy streets below, resembling Seattle not Salt Lake's great snow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a new issue of SLmag featuring great SLC Beer.
With a brew on the cover, so hoppy and thick, I knew in a moment it must be Epic.
More rapid than bottles, right off tap the beer came, we chugged and we slurped, and we called them by name!
Now Epic! Now Uintah! Now Bohemian and Squatters !
On, Wasatch! On, Four +! On RedRock and Roosters!
To the front of the cover! To the front of new stands! Now drink away, drink away, drink away all!
Up to the grocery store shelves the magazines flew, with pages full of beer and great articles, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard in the front room, the boxes of magazines delivered with a boom.
I pulled off my glasses and in my chair, spun around, and through the front the mailman came with a bound.
His dolly was full from his head to his feet, he arrived just in time with the perfect Christmas treat.
A bundle of magazines he had flung through the door, then ran back downstairs, with a promise of more.
The pages- how they glistened, the words how merry! I couldn't wait to give the newest edition to my Uncle Larry!
Each page was full of SLC cheer, with words and stories to take us into the new year.
There were stories of shelter dogs and the best chocolate chip cookie we've tried, along with the states most comprehensive dining guide.
He returned to the office, with brown boxes, anew. Filled with another issue of Utah Style and Bride and Groom, too!
He spoke not a word, but had me sign for the surprise, then smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.
He gathered his dolly and sprang for the door, before turning around to offer one thing, more.
I heard him exclaim, before he disappeared with a lift, "For a last-minute present, give SLmag as a gift!"