Did someone say Christmas??
December officially launched around here on the weekend.
A couple of days late,
but as tacky as possible to make up for our tardiness.
crap cheer was popping up merrily all around the place over the weekend.
Fa la la la la la la la la.
Cheap fake snow, Christmas trees, sweet grandad-made reindeer, Christmas cards, tinsel, lights, Santa signage, a this-Mum-ain't-so-crafty version of a Christmas count-up I loved at Sonia's place...
Bring it on!
Magoo's first Christmas pageant on Sunday morning did not disappoint.
(Even if some of the twinkling magic has been lost by moving it from it's traditional night time slot. I have happy memories of dancing through camel poo in pageants gone by!)
I have somewhere in the vicinity of a 100+ photos of that gorgeous little right hand waving it's little hand-heart out to everything from the police cars to Chinese dragons to dancing girls to the big man Claus himself.
Myer's Santaland was a
rort hit once again.
Magoo adores that fabulous little train ride and cracks it at the sight of Santa every time.
Hubby and I look forward to a year when we don't have to feature in the Santa shot.
Magoo and I put the finishing touches on our entry into
'Australia's Dodgiest Gingerbread House'.
Just quietly, we've got it in the bag.
Dripping icing and disastrous decorating are no mean feat.
(It seems Magoo couldn't even bear to look at it without some form of eye protection!)
As cheesy and cliched as it is -
I love this stuff.
Magoo loves this stuff.
Retailers love profiting from this stuff.
Win, win, win.