Looking for Mr. Tumnus

So it finally began to look like winter.  It couldn't have been prettier.  We immediately grabbed some cloaks and out we went to listen to that hushed, muffled quiet that only a windless, nighttime snow can bring.  Lacking the proper photographic paraphernalia, I couldn't capture the scene as we experienced it.  But I did get this, a nice shot of the snow drifting down around a streetlamp outside our house.  My first reaction was to look for that little faun laden with packages to see if I was missing something.