Hope the pics aren't too big...

So, another Christmas over. Mine wasn't terribly eventful, although I did get some good stuff (DVDs, Kasparoff chees set, gift cards...Unicycle...) and ate far too much, as is customary. I did, unfortunately, fall - or rather slip - into the deep malaise that has been promising to raise its nasty head over the past week or so, which kind of made last night not the easiest time ever. Still, it was Christmassy, it was food-filled. It's over.

The malaise, however, is not. I shall try to be as cheery as I can, though :)

Anyway, as I said earlier, I spent Christmas Eve at my dad's and I may have mentioned that he likes to decorate...Though that might not be a strong enough word. What's a word for "decorate-slightly-too-much" that is still a little stronger than"over decorate"? In any case, I took some photos and it can all be seen there.






My dad and his fiancee (and her kids) house is the one on the right. My father manages each year to commandeer the house next door for his festive decorations.



My dad works for this place that does commercial signage and decoration and occasionally he comes across something great. Or whimsical. Like this inflatable snowglobe. 



This is what rhymes with Manta Paws. It is a four metre (roughly 13 feet, I think) Santa Claws. Standing next to it is my 5'5" brother, Ben. My dad was saying that he could have gotten a six metre Santa, but he thought it might have been overkill. Yeah, that's overkill.



This is Elfis. He lives next to the front door and he gives me the creeps. I think this picture lets you understand why that might be. 



And that is Ben and I. I was trying to take a photo and he decided to try to, as he said "bite" my face with his eye. Neither one of us usually look like that. Well, I don't, anyway.