December is a month where we're indoors, so I'll echo that we spend time with our rangers and get to know them enough to pick a captain. We should include them as our security retinue and companions in many activities, including at the dinner table, almost like huscarls with bows. Since we want to give away free houses, let's guarantee that any ranger of fifteen years service will get a good half-timbered townhouse; and any wife and children of a ranger will be given a stipend if he dies in battle. Let's generate some enthusiasm toward being rangers. A Feroshire ranger should be as close to nobility as a yeoman can dream.
If we're to do some urban planning, then let's do it now while december has shut us indoors with our councillors, and our town is still young. Straight boring streets at 90 degree angles? Tree-lined avenues? Parks? Building codes?
I'm not sure we want to have a large Winter festival and have guests from other towns venturing into the cold and snow drifts for us, but some winter merriment is in order. Let's burnish our image among the peasants and lower-class by holding some bear-baiting, boxing, and dog-fighting competitions during the winter lull in their hard dreary lives. Giving them entertainment is easier than giving them free houses.
Let's contact the Rat and see what's happening there. Maybe we can get some dirt on the wool merchant, or find something that he cares about that (or whom) we can seize in order to turn him double agent.
Those are the only things I can think of right now for December. We're broke, and the weather's bad.