Snow, Snow, Snow...

I love snow. Even the winters that I spent outside of Chicago didn't cure me of the childlike sheer delight in the fluffy falling flakes and the satisfying whish and crunch of tramping through fresh snow. I hope every year that there will be enough to make snow angels and build a snowman (or lady).
So far this year we have gotten the best possible type of snow (at least for adults)--beauty with minimal accumulation.

December 1st:



December 9th:


And best of all, Christmas morning: