Picture with Santa

When we woke up last Saturday there was about three inches of snow on the ground.  Lucy, the dog, had never seen snow.  She stood on the front porch and looked around.  Her fur stood up and she didn't know what to do.  After a few minutes she ventured out to the driveway, where she piddled, and ran back inside.

There were all sorts of events planned downtown.  The holiday market, open house at the Art Council, visits with Santa, and animal pictures with Santa to benefit the Humane Society.  I had promised Cathy, our yoga instructor, that I would bring Lucy in for her picture.  Santa was going to be at the yoga studio. It had been snowing all morning but the roads looked clear.

Lucy and I piled into the car and carefully made our way out of the neighborhood, which hadn't been plowed for a few hours.  Out on the main road I noticed there weren't many cars around, but we kept going.  

Lucy really wasn't too happy visiting with Santa.  She wedged herself under his chair and wouldn't move.

Cathy offered to dog sit with her while I ran across the street to the Holiday Market.  Almost everyone had already gone home.  I found a beautiful Christmas wreath for the front door and a piece to put on my fireplace mantel.

We got about six inches of snow last weekend and we weren't able to leave the house until Tuesday.