Ahhh, Christmas

And the best way to spend it? Hmmm... what's the opposite of Grenada?











Ahhhhhhhhh.... it's so cold. I love it. I don't have to come in drenched in sweat even when I'm out at 2 in the morning. I actually didn't take these pictures; my mom took them before I got here (hence the date stamp) and I'm so lazy I haven't gotten my camera out yet, but what's really cool is that all of these were taken within about 2 miles of each other, and everything is even *more* wintry now, despite a rain last night that took out some of the snow and layered a nice ice layer on top of everything for ankle breaking excitement. I'm also getting my upper body workout by shoveling snow off the back porch.

So much has happened in a year. Just one year ago, I was sitting in a Denny's having burned across the country in an insane amount of time during an insane time of year, preparing to spend my Christmas dinner in a great little Indian place in Winston Salem because they were the only people crazy enough to be open on Christmas. Mmm... Christmas Vindaloo.

This year, it's gonna be Christmas a day late (accommodating work schedules) but with a prime rib, and enough food to burst at the seams and a little chalet style condo tucked into the heart of ski and snow country. And maple. Lots and lots of maple. Vermont is made out of maple. And snow.

Got a tree today (and you thought I only procrastinated in medical school) from the Ottauquechee Country Store, which sells trees, rock salt, maple covered pecans, gasoline, and ice cream. You know, the essentials. So everything is trimmed and pretty, and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir is singing Carol of the Bells on the tv. Perfect. Oh, though leaping through the house yelling "THE BELLS!!! THE BELLS!!!!" every time someone rings a bell is only appreciated by a select few.