Faye Brown, tour coordinator for Tours With Faye, has a natural flair for finding fun and unique cultural experiences. She has organized remarkable and memorable adventures since 2005, and serves as your tour guide and travel companion on all of the trips.
Tours are open to the public and are perfect for friends getaways, single travelers, and family-and-friends vacations.
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All Tours With Faye require reservations and we suggest making your reservation as early as possible to guarantee your space. Name, phone number and full payment is due with your reservation. Your space is confirmed only when we have received your payment. Payments can be made via phone (803-779-1971) with your Visa/MC, with cash, check or charge at the Lourie Center front desk, or by contacting Faye Brown.
Did You Know? Lourie Center members get a discounted rate on all day trips! (Member rates shown in bold) Join Faye and Friends for these wonderful excursions.
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‘Twas Weeks before Christmas, as our bus traveled through the dark
Not a fly was flying , not even a lark;
The, maps were hung by the door , with care
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Tourist were nestled all snug their seats not their beds
While visions of Grove Park Inn danced in their heads;
And mamma in her leggins , and I in my cap,
Had just settled in for a long winters nap,
when out on the road there arose such a clatter,
we all sprang from our , seats to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows we flew like a flash,
Tore open the Visors and threw up the sash.
When, what to our wondering noses should appear,
But a miniature toboggan , and eight tiny reindeer,
With a pretty old driver, so agile and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles her coursers they came, and she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the mountain ! To the top of the wall!
Now drive quickly ! Dash away all!”
So up to the bus-top the reindeer they flew,
With the sleigh full of travel brochures , and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a second , I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my breath , and was turning around,
Down the escape hatch came Faye Brown with a bound.
she was dressed all in the latest toboggan fad , from her head to her foot;
And her shoes were all tarnished with road grime and soot;
A bundle of GPS notes she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a road warrior just opening her pack.
Her eyes — how they Twinkled ! her smile how
merry! Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like
a cherry! Her luscious , lips were drawn up like a
bow, And the hair of her head was as white as the snow;
She had a joyful , succulent face and a little round belly,
That shook, when she laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
she was happy and gay , a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw her, in spite of myself;
A flick of her finger and a twist of her head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
She hesitated not a second , but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying her little pinkie aside of her nose.
And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose;
She sprang to her steering wheel , to her team gave a whistle,
And away they all soared like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her laugh , ere she drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”