This line, "... the woods are lovely dark and deep", is from one of my favorite Robert Frost poems and is so apropos for the snow-filled woods near our house this morning. During Christmas vacation was always a great time to test out my new winter hat and mittens that Santa always seemed to leave for me and either head to skate at the Allen's Corner ice or grab my sled and go to the cemetery for a day of sledding. I had a long, vintage Flexible Flyer, the king of the sleds. It was once my Uncle Leonard. Grampa gave it to me, and I treated it special. Each December, I remember getting out some fine sandpaper and giving it a good sanding. Next, a coat of varnish that gave it a nice dark look, and it was ready for any hill big or small. When it was especially icy out, I'd track down a used piece of canning wax, left over from one of Mom's jelly jars and apply some to the long runners. I was told by Leo that it would make my 'Beauty' even faster. All the guys said it was the fastest sled of the lot, because the runners were so much longer that the others. Me? I didn't care. On those crisp, dark nights, I just glanced over my shoulder, at the others lined at the top of the hill, and screamed. Bye!