December is Nice

A grand part of the holiday season is ribbons. And ribbon chasing. The shinier the better, of course, because that way you can see it when it moves. And crinkliness is a huge factor. Ribbons have to make a nice sound when bitten.







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.