There is a place not far from the Farm where a great number of hills lie silent and waiting for a new day to begin. Oh! This is their very fa-vor-ite time of year! When the snow covers thickly, and little feet clad in boots and hands in mittens silently trudge up them, tugging at sleds that are trailing behind. When there’s yelps and hollers and laughing and fun. When the sun rises and daylight streams down on many a happy face, delighted to be living at such a time and place as this! And the Farmer and his Wife and their children, along with some of their friends, count…