Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for December 11, 2022

Weird Al had a song about it, “Faces filled with joy and cheer What a magical time of year Howdy Ho! It’s Weasel Stomping Day!”

They sneak into the cuffs of your pants and start shredding.

“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.” – Matt Groening

I thought Odin got rid of the Frost Giants.

“Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.” — Matt Groening

Be even colder without that layer of snow. And might be worse that just cold without the snow.

Don’t forget the Snow Snakes. A fearsome beast. A bite from one of them will freeze you in place, then the snake unhinges its jaws and slowly ingests you. By spring, not a trace is left, and the serpent is back hibernating in its lair.