New Year's Day Conundrum

Toboggan or not toboggan, that is the question
Whether ’tis nobler in the rump to suffer
The slings and narrows of outrageous snow trails,
Or to use arms against a sea of hemlocks,
And by opposing bend them. To slide; to slip;
And more; and by a slip to bruise my end
With back-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. ’Tis mode of transportation
Devoutly to be dodg’d. To slide; to slip;—
To slip? Perchance into stream! Ay, like icy tub!