Here are a couple of pictures of Russia's Grandfather Frost, more or less similar to Santa Claus, St. Nicholas, Father Christmas, Weinachtsman, and the other quasi-religious figures who bring toys to well-behaved children at this time of year. I'm a big fan of fantantastic-looking and/or old world "Santas", and these two fit the bill nicely, but the second Grandfather Frost (below) is particularly magical.
It's really cold here in Central Illinois this morning. Brrr! About 15 degrees Fahrenheit (that's von Fahrenheit to us mere mortals!) and six inches or so of crunchy snow on the ground. The Grand Duchess and I did not have time to get the skis out for a quick tour yesterday evening, but we did bundle up after dinner for a nice walk around the neighborhood, which was really pretty with all of the wreaths and lights that people are beginning to put up on their doors and porches.
If you enjoy the winter, there's just something special about the first snowfall of the season. And of course, we are watching the trail reports from the Lapham Peak Nordic Ski Area just outside of Waukesha, Wisconsin (about three hours north of here) very closely. Reports this morning indicate that the 25 miles of trails are groomed and open, so we might make a quick trip up there sometime before Christmas since our Wisconsin State Park passes as good until the end of the year.
And finally, don't worry. Jonathan and I are not leaving the Action at Pickelhaubewicz unfinished. In fact, we are going to try to get a turn or two in this evening after supper, family things, and so forth. So, stay tuned!