The woods stuffed full of snow.  The heavy wet snow that sticks to everything.  The sides of trees.  Your boots.  If you laid down to make a snow angel you would sink about ten inches.  If you made a snowball, leftover snowball would tangle in the wool of your mittens and dangle in clumps. Animal tracks get all elongated, like the animals are dragging their feet.  The two-track almost disappears.  This is December.