One of my co-workers was delivering candy canes from cube to cube.  It was a delightful little delivery of Christmas joy.

I immediately broke my candy cane in two.  The sharp edges burst through the plastic wrapping, while throwing tiny bits of Holiday hard candy high into the air.  I proceeded to break the candy cane into smaller and smaller chunks.  With every break, more and more candy cane dust drifted into the air.  I really should have worn safety glasses and a breathing mask for this activity.  Finally, the candy cane was in bite sized chunks.  Success.  I cleaned up my mess and proceeded to enjoy my tasty winter treat.  Plus, I now had fresh breath.  Oh, the joys of Christmas.

Later in the day, I stopped by the restroom.  Looking into the mirror, I saw something strange.  My hair had a large chunk of white in it.  Reaching into my hair, I found a hard shard of candy cane rubble perched upon my head.  Turns out I had spent the better part of the afternoon with a very minty noggin.  Impressive?  No.  Festive?  Yes, festive.  At least that’s a start.