Nothing says Christmas like sledding!

Christmas was awesome as always.  I received some very thoughtful gifts, but I didn't get up at 4 am and drive halfway across the state for the presents.  I got up for family, food, and fun.  We participated in our annual Christmas sledding.

 We had a few crashes.

Despite the grass and limited snow, the little plastic saucer sleds did great.

 This little one was adamant about going down feet first on her stomach.  It worked for her.

 This style of sledding was not so successful.

 Even the crashes were fun. 

                               Once you got the hang of it it was possible to pick up some speed.

 We had our own cheering section in the nice warm pickup.

 What goes down must come up.

 Even the littlest one took a run down the hill with Dad.

 This one was a real trooper.  That was a lot of climbing for those short legs.

No, not a crash.  They were exhausted after going up and down.  That is the universal sign for sledding is over.

You hear it all of the time that it is the Christmas Traditions that keep the spirit alive.  I have to say, nothing says Christmas to me like flying down a hill at neck breaking speeds.  I hope everyone had as happy a holiday.