Friday, December 23, 2011

It's Beginning to Look A lot Like...

Christmas!

Our little noble fir is all a-twinkle and we are hanging ornaments
and planning the Christmas dinner menu for three (or four, to be precise).

I think getting this little tree has made all the difference in the world to us - we were both feeling so blue until the living room smelled green and fresh,
until the lights were twinkling.

Somehow the house got cozier and our hearts grew three sizes.

Now we're actually excited for the day to come!
We'll Skype with our families and
welcome new traditions
all in the comfort of our little bungalow.

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No Christmas would be complete
without this
hunk:

Santa of Minneapolis,
the very first unfortunate creature we rescued from the second hand store
whose Christmas offerings thrill and delight our funny bones every Thanksgiving:

I don't even know when it began...was it four years ago already?
My sister and I went in to look at clothes and found this incredible wealth
of second-hand Christmas ephemera
mostly beat to hell
and funnier than a good slapstick routine!

The original santa (with his cat penis hat and rapidly deteriorating beard)
has his own vocal inflections and always asks if you've been a very good girl or boy
when engaging a person in conversation.
He's very witty and prone to dispensing advice, even though he is the first to admit he has no mouth.
We think his misshapen little trunk to be filled with beans or rice
because it does not bounce like a bowl full of jelly when he laughs: the paint is too thick.

He cannot be held upright without assistance,
even though his creator gave him one single flat....foot(?) on which to stand.

I am particularly partial to his nose
and his humility.

Our favorite from this year's trip was a styrafoam santa head with the face of John C. Reilly
and a beard of sparse, uneven and billowy polyester fibers.

His foam brain was exposed by the ragged cut of the plastic skin, leading us to believe that at one point he had been whole.
They were asking 1.99 for him, I believe, and we held our bellies in mirthful
disbelief that someone might invest in his ravaged charm.

Sinister and merry, this

creature was too big (and too far gone) to make the cut,
so we opted to take home a wee drunken sunburned surprised santa
whom I will introduce you to tomorrow

Along with haunted woodland santa
and a few other unfortunate souls we had to leave
at Ark.

Do you have any poor unfortunate souls that celebrate the holidays with you, loved to bursting
or uneven on their little gastropods?

Do share!!

xo
Sunny

5 comments:

Nancy*McKay said...

"O" what a wonderful, & memorable holiday it will be for you & the Mr... :))))
&
how gloriously beautiful you look!

much love & cheer,
XO

Sunny Rising Leather said...

Merry Christmas, my dear Nancy - you've been on my mind so much.

Heal on, sweet lady :)

xoxox,
A

Cat said...

Love Love Love

you look amazing!!!

blessing
Love and Light

thewindhover said...

A very happy Noël to you three and your bungalow! You're positively outshining that tree :)

DalaHorse said...

"The original santa (with his cat penis hat and rapidly deteriorating beard)" i had to have another look and by gosh....you're right! "His foam brain was exposed by the ragged cut of the plastic skin" Allison...thank god the world has you to rescue all Santa's that have been discarded by their families....what stories they could tell.

Best wishes dear lady...love to you! Sue❤