White Christmas

This may surprise you Southerners, you Hawaiians with your idyllic visions of a Midwestern winter, but rarely does southern Michigan get a white Christmas.

This year, by definition, is rare. And white.

Sadly, in the picture it had been raining for a couple of hours (a lovely snow/rain mix, yuck) and melted the snow off the tree branches. I sincerely doubt that it will take the snow off the ground any time soon however.

I'm spending my break writing a depressed character (bummer), reading short stories (usually downers as well) and skimming Oprah's "Live Your Best Life" issue of O Magazine. It's an interesting combination.

Oh, and Rosie figured out how to climb the tree. She's not doing it to get to the top, but to a kitten sized nook she found about three feet up. The two of them have also constructed a new tradition of taking ornaments off the lowest branches and depositing them on different floors of the house. While many get batted down the stairs to the basement, a lucky few have been carried upstairs.

Merry Christmas
and Happy Holidays