Why going skiing at Christmas is a great idea

I’m dreaming… Of a whiiiiite Christmas. Yes, sorry, but if that snow doesn’t come to me, then I’ll go to the snow, right? Yes, loyal Amayzine addict, this Heidi is going to Tirol. Or well, to a slightly different place in Austria, but the principle stands: this Christmas I’ll be sipping schnapps on top of the mountain. You see: escaping the Netherlands for a weekend on the long skis is a great idea. Especially at Christmas and this is why.
Say bye bye to mandatory dinners
Of course you were looking forward to that annual Christmas party at your in-laws where Uncle Henk's three kisses always go just a bit more towards the mouth than you want, but oh dear, what a shame: you can’t! You are skiing. What a pity. Next year again, right?.
A white Christmas is just super romantic
Those little flakes you know, the ones you always saw in Disney movies. Nowadays it’s almost unimaginable in December, but we still hope in vain for a cozy snowy roof at Christmas. Right? That’s what I thought. And when you go on a ski holiday and look out the window, you are surprised every morning again.
Secretly, snow photos (light! white!) are also really cool for your Insta
Look, I’m not saying I’ve already thought about fashionable ski suits, but maybe… I’ve been working on it for three weeks and have forty snowfever outfits ready, HAHA.
Christmas outfit stress = a thing of the past
Spending half your salary on glitter stuff is no longer necessary, friends. You just wear your ski suit comfortably. And that ugly Christmas sweater has never been more in place than in the après-ski tent.
Gaining weight during the holidays? I don’t think so.
Hey, they don’t call it winterspórt for nothing. A skier or snowboarder weighing sixty kilos burns an average of about 400 calories per hour. If you’re on the skis for four hours a day, that’s a total of 1600. Do you hear what I hear? With a carefree heart extra hot chocolate with whipped cream on top of that mountain!
Yodelahitiiiiiiii.
Goodbye Netherlands.
Now ten o'clock in the ooootoooo.
See you later, Anton.
Kiss, Heidi.



