Merry Christmas! And Don't Shoot Your Mother!
I want to wish each and every one of you the best Christmas ever, with lots of food, happiness, music, laughter and even more love. This photo does not do our lovely tree justice. My camera sucks, which is why I hope I win the one Ree Drummond is giving away at Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. I have a wonderful Canon, but it's not digital. So I end up using this other Canon Powershot DX-1 that my mother-in-law actually won and then so generously gave to me. I like it, but it really doesn't work so well a lot of the time. Do you feel sorry for me?
On Christmas Eve, the empty space you see under the tree will be chock-full of prezzies, goodies, and wonderful packages of joy. Not that I appreciate the commercialism of our Christmases nowadays, but that doesn't mean I don't like the odd diamond bracelet, or digital camera, or new laptop, or the latest version of PhotoShop, or...ok, I'll stop.
This is Gryphon, our standard poodle, trying to figure out what the Christmas lights are, and wondering whether they taste good.
This is what our tree will look like after all the "joy" of Christmas is over (read: copious amounts of alcohol)...
...and this is what our tree will look like to me after drinking all the "joy" that is Christmas. Just kidding. I only need one glass of Bailey's to make me start seeing upside down Christmas trees. I'm a cheap date.
Merry Christmas, everyone! And remember, be good to your neighbours, hug your friends, and don't yell too many obscenities at your relatives!