My "kids" 47 and 49, grandkids, 22 and 26 went to the hill after we had eaten our Christmas meal, with 4 sleds and had a ball sliding down. Picture my son, weighing "well over" 200 lbs. sliding down on the sled I got when I was 9 or 10 years old. All of them were well past ideal weight, and they were on these small sleds. My daughter caught the action on her camera, even some of their laughter and screams. They even made a bonfire from wood laying on the ground and kept warm. When they finally came in, they were still laughing. When they woke up yesterday morning, they were feeling the effects of their day of fun -- sore muscles mostly from laughing so hard. Dad and I just stayed in the house. He's recuperating from a 4-wheeler accident he had in October and I have "arthur"itis and my bones hurt and I didn't need anything else to happen to me. This is a Christmas they will always remember.