So here I sit looking at maybe an inch of fresh snow (it really is pretty). Like me, Rip is looking out the front door. He does that a lot this time of year.  Out my office window I have seen a couple hundred pheasants, three or four coveys of grouse, eleven whitetails and one eagle, and it is only 11 o’clock. 

It is after our hunting season and before family Christmas at ScatterGun.  Like a lot of folks I am not exactly sure what we are waiting for.  The kids, presents, turkey, I am really not sure.  But then I remember “Santa is coming.”

You know, come to think of it, maybe, just maybe he has already been here and we just didn’t take the time to notice.