The continuous swirling snow outside my picture window is slowly driving me mad.

What does a rabbit named Max have to do with Christmas anyway?

I have finished shoveling the walkway and the burm at the end of my driveway so I can get out when necessary.  Transfixed by the falling snow, there is no motivation to go anywhere, skid around the mountain roads and creep slowly down to the market.

Thank God for CNN and The Weather Channel.  My staples for the time being.  Though, if I hear any more "Tiger Tidbits" every hour on the hour, I may resort to flinging myself into the snow, rapidly fanning my body out to make a perfect snow angel.  By myself.  Too lazy to attempt some clever version of a snowman, although, I'm thinking I may build one in Tiger's image, broken putter and all.  Golf shirt?  Check.  Dirty snow?  Check.  Bag 'o' golf clubs?  Check.  Pants down to his ankles?  Check!!!

This is starting to feel like fun!  Not sure the neighborhood parents will approve of this Snowman.  Hmmm.  Tiger sure did do a "snow job" on his adoring public, his sponsors...oh, and his unsuspecting wife!  Bet she's beyond "tee'd off!"  Enough about Tiger already!  If I were Elin, however, Sweden in the dead of winter would be looking pretty good to me right about now.

So, apparently, walking around my cabin and shoveling outside all morning, has produced some photos to amuse myself and quite by coincidence, will be shared with my blogging public.  Indulge me on this cloudy, snowy day, waiting for grandkids to arrive with a visit to Santa planned for this afternoon.  If we can get there!

Morning was dark, somber and cloudy, with lights on inside to lighten the mood, peering through the icicle shrouded windows.

Icicle strands so proud and prominent from every view

Serious block of icicles from all sides of the house

Frozen Aspens where shimmering leaves in summertime once thrived...shadowed by our mighty pines.

Rear of garage and snow laden Red Fern, with great sledding hill running down through the back yard.

Kitchen bay window an icicle prison...spooky wall, frozen, impenetrable ice peeking in...prohibiting one from seeing beyond it's barrier.

That's better!  Something reassuring, warm and bright, to dissolve the bone chilling scene beyond the windows.  A cozy remimder of warmer days, firelight, dancing flames, warm woolen mittens and a partridge in a pear tree!

A cozy kitchen awaits holiday guests and festivities to come.

Ornamental stars adorn the White Elk chandelier, delighting my wee grandson upon seeing them for the first time.

The Snowman entry rug to welcome one and all (dedicated to Bob Eckstein of snowman fame)

Santa and reindeer door mat to remind us to wipe our feet before entering with snowy feet to and from our snow buried deck.  More shoveling to do!

Nothing says, "The Birth of Christ," more than someone snapping a photo of a Nativity Scene with their iPhone, caught in the mirror. 

Nativity Scene and reflection of knotty pine cabinets in the kitchen.  Glad I cleaned up the breakfast dishes before taking these photos.

Xmas decor from Norway,  given to us by my darling Swedish Mother-in-law.

In-laws are "Nor-Swedes" and have sent us many of these festive decorations to remember them by during the holidays.

My precious Sydney Rose, 8 months and the real star of this post.  Photo taken earlier today after visiting Santa.

Nostalgia and a wintery scene painted by eldest daughter when she was a young teen.  A creek of frigid, snow melt somewhere in her beloved mountains of Lake Tahoe.

That's pretty much my day in the mountains, amusing myself with silly thoughts, a little photo display of my surroundings and a visit to Santa.  Grand kids are playing happily in the background, staying warm and cozy in Gramma's cabin.  It is still snowing steadily outside, ensuring a very, very white Christmas to come.  And lots more shoveling, plowing, de-icing and cold noses.

Here's to continued holiday cheer, rosie cheeks, candy canes, warmth and spiked egg nog.

Great Saint Nick!  It's Happy Hour!!!