It is Christmas time in New Orleans, and everywhere else. I haven’t really felt much in the holiday mood lately. This is only my second Christmas here, and I’m just not used to the near-80 degree temps in December, though I enjoy them. There’s something incongruous for me–a girl from Idaho–about seeing palm trees tied with red ribbons, giant inflatable Santas next to blooming hyacinth, and this tropical palm hung with lights and giant Christmas ornaments at the corner of Delachaise and Chestnut. I saw this while riding home from finishing up semester grades, and it helped put me a bit more in the mood for Christmas. The cold weather helps too. When I saw the weather report for the rest of the week, though, I couldn’t help wishing I’d be here for the muggy high 70s rather than in the snowy Great Northwest. Because New Orleans certainly knows how to throw a party, and I have a feeling the Christmas parades and New Year’s bonfires will be something special, and warm enough for some good biking to celebrate in every neighborhood. I’m heading home for the holidays, sans bike, of course, but I’ll get to see family. And I have a feeling somebody will lend me a bike for a snow ride.