
Unbelievable that it's his second Christmas already. Hopefully this year will be snowy and white in Montana!

It is Christmas time again, well maybe not quite yet. But if the stores can put out their ornament covered wreaths, and environmentally friendly aluminum trees, and talking, dancing, kissing, and swearing Elmos, and Hannah Montana Christmas stockings, and fake snow, and tiny little houses to put in the fake snow, and tiny little people to put next to the tiny little houses in the fake snow, and 400,000 feet of multi-colored blinking lights for $1.99, and all that other garbage that they try to sell you… then I can change this blog to reflect the fact that Christmas will be here someday in the near future too.
The stores are filled with angry shoppers, pushing and shoving their way through the racks and stepping on fallen clothes and old people in attempts to get those early deals. The Day of the Turkey is quickly approaching, and soon thereafter, the malls and shopping centers will be complete madness. They really ought to call it Hurricane Christmas. I see the aisles of Winn-Dixie loaded down with bags of sugar and flour, cans of pumpkin mix, cranberries, stuffing, marshmallows, and nasty yams… and I remember how much I don’t miss working at Safeway this time of year.
I imagine up north the first snow fall will hit soon, or maybe it already has, and with it will come all those drivers who forget every year that the roads get slick. Cars will be strewn across the highways, smashed into each other, and upside down in ditches. And if that happens to you… if you’ve been injured in an accident, just remember... you may be entitled to compensation.
I must graciously decline your contemptible offer of triangular cut grilled American cheese on cracked wheat bread. You see, my good fellow, I am used to more elegant dining atmospheres, and I only eat the most sophisticated of cuisines. Now where – pray tell – is my Oscar Meyer premium, free-range, Kobe beef frankfurter?
We decided to get out of bed early for a change, and while it was a little cold at first, it was really a beautiful Sunday morning in the park and well worth getting up for.
Paul has never been a big fan of covers when he sleeps, and while he has actually kept this hat on for a few minutes at a time, he’s in general not fond of warm clothes. If he’s going to spend five weeks in Montana starting in December, I guess he’ll have to get over that.