Oh, and the postman. Just look at the dedication of this guy, coming to deliver lovely packages and letters to me even in the midst of a snowstorm. My postman is a nice part of December, but I like him all year round (but only when he delivers lovely packages and letters--or boxes of hundreds. When he brings me only K-mart flyers, I hate his guts.)
December has brought lots of pretty snow that I have enjoyed cross-country skiing on. I will soon enjoy downhill skiing on it, too, as long as I don't get attacked by zombies before I can make it too the mountains. You never know when those zombies are going to strike next.
I also like December foods, although I didn't get a birthday cake this year. Between the high altitude baking troubles and the zombies, cakes just don't work out in Wyoming. But....mmmm....Christmas cookies.
I like Bing Crosby. Mmmm....Christmas brains.
