Christmas Sleds

Here are a few young folks with sleds. They have been sledding around the internet since the 1990s I think. When they will come in from the cold, nobody knows!

A little boy sleds downhill, laughing all the way. "Hold on tight!"
His stocking cap flaps about as he speeds by.

This young man, dressed in winter: cap, scarf and mittens,
pulls his Christmas tree home on top of his sled.

His Christmas Sled

by Whitcomb Riley

I Watch him, with his Christmas sled;

He hitches on behind

A passing sleigh, with glad hooray,

and whistles down the wind;

He hears the horses champ their bits,

And bells that jingle-jingle-

You Wooly Cap! you Scarlet Mitts!

You miniature "Kris Kringle!"

I almost catch you secret joy-

Your chucklings of delight,

The whole you whiz where glory is

Eternally in sight!

With you I catch my breath, as swift

Your jaunty sled goes gliding

O'er glassy track and shallow drift,

As I behind were riding!

He winks at twinklings of the frost,

And on his airy race,

Its tingles beat to redder heat 

The rapture of his face:-

The colder, keener is the air,

The less he cares a feather.

But, there! he's gone! and I gaze on 

The wintriest of weather!

Ah, Boy! still speeding o'er the track

Where none returns again,

To sigh for you, or cry for you,

Or die for you were vain.-

And so speed on! the while I pray

All nipping frosts forsake you-

Ride still ahead of grief, but may 

All glad things overtake you!