and the Old Geezer himself ....
When we got back to the yard, the toboggan hill out behind the house was a beehive of activity, with three of my boys, one daughter-in-law, and one girlfriend (of one of my boys ..... just to be clear about that) were prepping the hill for some serious tobogganing. Here's the launcher ....
... then the first jump ....
... then the second jump ....
And here's a look down the hill from the launcher. It's steeper than it looks in the photo ....
Well, I'd better go. The festivities for the evening are about to get into full swing .... more eating, celebrating, and remembering why we can celebrate like this, when we think of the first coming of the Lord .... the Highest of Kings born in the lowest of circumstances ... to redeem us from the consequences of our fallen state and to give us eternal life.
P.S. This morning, at the bottom of the toboggan hill, just to the left , was a Whitetail buck, a doe and a yearling. Boys, Christmas just doesn't get better than this.
I've long since lost track of the number of Sno-Racers and toboggans that have been destroyed on that hill. When my three older boys left home, I figured we'd seen the last of it but, no, they're in their 20's and they still come home and build up that crazy toboggan run every winter. Even my girls go off that thing now. I feel sorry for any fellows that come a-courtin' my girls. They're going to need some stones to do the things my girls have learned from their older brothers and think are 'normal'. The Old Geezer gets out there sometimes too to toss my body around, but at my age (53) it takes more days to get all the torn ligaments healed up again, so I ration out the suicide runs at my age.
Ha Ha now I wished I had pictures. Two weeks ago we had our Christmas. Had sled pulling with the Old 1951 Allis Chalmers WD thru the snow. Girls thought 10 MPH seemed really fast on a sled. thru the fields