Wednesday December 17th, 2014

The exercise:

Write about: the snowman.

I don't think I'll be doing a proper countdown to Christmas like I have in previous years, but the prompts will still likely have a seasonal flavour for the next week. It's just that time of year.

Had Max with me in town this morning to run a few errands. I decided to drop by the hair salon to see if our hairstylist had an opening that we could conveniently slot into. As it happened, right then and there happened to work perfectly.

I went first while Max entertained himself (and me... and the hairstylist) by playing with the Christmas decorations in the window and commenting on passersby. He had to be coaxed onto my lap for his turn, but we got him there eventually.

Now I just need to shave and I might actually look presentable before the relatives start arriving.

Mine:

Three fat snowmen are lurking
In the front yard;
Every day and every night,
They're standing guard.

Just one snowman is breathing,
So which could it be?
The secret to our safety...
It changes nightly.