Christmas Village

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I spent a very long time yesterday attempting to take good pictures of our Christmas village. It has a gazillion different settings, but still the pics turned out blurry. This camera has taken good pics before (just not of the village), so in lieu of tossing it in the Brazos River I took video of the village instead.

Alvin and The Chipmunks insisted on serenading during the filming, so if cute talking chipmunks wearing glasses and designer clothes aren't your thing, you might want to turn down the speakers.

Note: If you fit the above description, WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU? How can you not love them, little Theodore especially?

That reminds me that A&TC airs on tv tonight! I still haven't seen that flick.





Word of WARNING:


Camerawork may cause dizziness.
(One Dramamine tablet can be your friend)





Hot off the presses.....
Bad Kitty!


I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

Don't be fooled by that innocent face!

My very own Wendy Moira Angela Darling has started eating the miniature Christmas tree from our dining table display! The snowpeople and birds shared with me that they've been ignored thus far, but fear being a midnight snack just the same.

According to SnowWoman Mae, Wendy "has sharp teeth and possesses an insatiable appetite for greenery and fake snow." Her Christmas wish this year is that the gray-striped feline never catches on that she and her friends are comprised of fake snow, too.

The purchaser of the Christmas display, whom goes by the name "Mom," had comments too crude to share here in her daughter's blog. Close sources reveal that her latest threat was, "I'm gonna kill that $%&# cat!"

The snowpeople and snowbirds report that they can only hope that's true.

Wendy Darling refuses to comment.


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Window Display


So we put up the big Christmas window display a few minutes ago. My father and myself climbed up the ladder about 100 feet to the window ledge with the spirit of Christmas thrumming in our hearts.

Okay, so that relates to me. Dad was just doing what husbands and fathers are supposed to do anyway: climbing great heights (literally) because we told him to. If not for Mom and me, Dad's yuletide cheer would be comprised only of an empty bag of holiday-colored M&M's wrapped in fancy Christmas packaging. A Coca Cola can with Santa drawn on it might accompany the snack, but nothing else. I doubt he'd even have a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.

We were going to wait to put up the display, but Grandma is coming here on Monday and Dad might be sent out of town when it comes time to put it up. We aren't setting the timer for the lights just yet though. It's too early for that, and besides.... the homeowner's association around here is a big pain in the butt and wouldn't allow it. They make stuff up just to send out those notices and feel all superior. (Yes, they are all on Santa's naughty list).

All we need to do now is tweak a few things before showing it off. One of the crates and the tree need to be standing on something else to be given more height. I'll post pictures once it's all done and the snowflake twinkle lights are turned on. It's really cute.