I've even decked myself out, don't I look Christmasy. Quit looking at my boobs.
This is our Christmas Village. You can't see it but under a snowdrift is a police car. The kids keep burying it under the snow and hubby keeps taking it out. I'm just glad I don't have a village donut shop because all hell would break loose.
Silver Wonderment
It's a fake tree, I know, I suck.
The gingerbread counter to feed Einstein's irrational fear of Gingerbread men. You know how some people have the whole clown fear, well his is gingerbread men. Don't judge people!
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