My favorite Christmas memories were when we lived on the farm. All of the relatives would come over. We would have a big dinner. After the dinner, my cousins and I would go sledding down the big hill behind the barn. When we got too tired to carry the toboggan up the hill, my uncle would come to the rescue. He would hook it up to the snowmobile and tow us up.
These were the magical days. If that wasn't enough fun, we would go to the barn and swing on ropes that were tied to the rafters and fall into a big pile of hay.
Those were the days!