If you know me, you know my distrust of mountains, so you can probably see where I am going with this.
Yes, I understand that some people do love the mountains and mountain sports, and I agree that people who live in mountain communities should be well versed in avalanche survival. But a high proportion of avalanche victims are not actually people who live in the mountain communities, so maybe these awareness days should be held in the cities from which these thrill-seekers arrive. I am always reminded of the crusty old guy in Barrie who commented once that he knew which people were from Toronto, because "they're the ones with their skies and their brains strapped to the roofs of their cars".
Correct me if I am wrong, but it's never the guy who's walking home from the library in Canmore or driving to his job at the Safeway in Banff who gets buried in an avalanche. It's the skiers, and increasingly the snowmobilers, who chose to leave the groomed paths and venture out into the backcountry who get swept down the mountainside by a rapidly descending wall of snow.
Just don't go there! Not only are you putting yourself in danger, but you are also straining the resources of the rescue teams who have to come out there and dig your stupid ass out of your snowy grave. Your death is 100% preventable and completely unnecessary.
On a more positive note, Merry Christmas to my Eastern Orthodox friends! It must be tough to celebrate Christmas long after everybody else in the world is so thoroughly sick to death of the whole idea. So props to you for sticking with it. Enjoy your varenyky and zalabee.