To top it all off

The temperature has finally dropped, and the icy air complements the thousands of Christmas lights the city has put up on every main boulevard. It's hat, scarf, and gloves cold--but fortunately not thermal underwear cold.  Just right for the Christmas season. 

With the arrival of cold weather, it seems like fur hats have sprung up on the heads of every third resident. They are alternately towering, moth-eaten, and glorious.  

I saw one lady today wearing a fur hat that looked like an attacking raccoon.  I didn't know whether I should have attempted to wrench it away before it ate her alive or steered clear, lest it leap onto my head.  Either way, I'm glad I've had my rabies vaccinations.