A Holiday of Snow and a Forest Walk
The holiday started indoors: a Santa in the full suit, the girls in matching deer onesies, and both dogs stuffed into plaid pajamas for the occasion. The little tan one held her spot on a lap longer than I would have bet on.
Then out into the snow, which was still falling. We walked the dogs through the pines, everything loaded down white, the trees running up so tall you had to tip your head all the way back to find the tops. The smaller dog plowed through drifts nearly her own height. Farther along there was a pond that hadn't frozen, and the border collie took off through the deep snow toward the water line.
Warmed up afterward at a café — cinnamon rolls the size of the plates, one dusted in powdered sugar, iced tea in plastic cups. Back at the house the tree went on after dark, red and green bulbs strung through with the clear ones and a bead garland looped around the whole thing.