I like these odd things, even though they don't mean much to anyone else. The retro Santa face came from Walmart about 10 years ago.
Those cool dudes that look like wood (just plastic) are much older. They came from The Bon, our beloved, long gone local department store. I bought them in the 1980's at an after Christmas 50% off sale.
And that's the only value of these things-- memories, memories. Seattle was a different place back then, and I loved going downtown for lunch and recreational shopping. Ha. These days, I rarely even go to the mall. Amazon! Guilty as charged. They make it too easy.
Anyway, in a lifetime, a person collects a big pile of Christmas stuff. I went lite this year on the decorations and didn't unpack the collection of nativity sets, or the odds and ends of family heirlooms. We're not expecting company, and it's much less work on both sides of the holiday.
We're just chugging along up here waiting for the The Solstice and The Return of Light. The weekdays are pretty much all the same. The weekends too, for that matter. It's been dry for a Seattle December, but that means cold and dreary fog, especially in the morning.
The consolations are food, wine, cookies and Christmas lights. Yes, and some football. The Hawks play a big game on Sunday night.
This is a shepherd's pie I made from scratch last night. Lucky John. The ultimate comfort food and we devoured most of it.
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