Sleigh Bells Ring...

Steve and Chris treated us all to a Christmas sleigh ride up past Durango. It was snowing and freezing and completely magical.
I loved every second of it.
Thanks again, family!
(We look colder than we really were.)

Call me a total geek--but I couldn't help but think of this poem the whole ride...

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.