It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. (Or alternately titled...I hate to be cold.)

We had snow on Saturday.  Apparently Mother Nature failed to get the memo that I don't like snow or cold weather.  I'm such an old curmudgeon.

As the kids squeezed their feet in their too small boots, I realized that I needed to make a purchase before we head to Massacusetts in a couple of weeks - where it is supposed to be cold and snowy by the way.  Not here.  There.

They played in the light dusting of snow just long enough to get wet and rosy cheeked and then came in demanding hot chocolate.  So I obliged like the good mom that I am and then cleaned up the  mess of shoes, boots, gloves and hats that were dumped at my backdoor.

And even though I complained about the cold weather and the snow, it was all very Christmasy and put me in the mood to finally sit down and shop.  Which is a very good thing because I am running out of time.

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.