The one day of the year when old dogs get a pass for sleeping on chairs and sofas.
There was the usual Christmas Eve clandestine activity as the younger members of the tribe go next door to the neighbors and construct an elaborate Christmas tableau. This year the theme was ambitious but the execution so - so. Warm melty weather is not helpful.
Santa stands on the beach as a twelve foot long "snow shark" pursues assorted elves and gnomes. "Jaws" as a Christmas movie?
Even the bucket of crimson "elf blood" got washed out an anemic. Oh well, there's always next year.
And, the freakishly warm weather allowed some front yard construction on Christmas Day.
A brontosaurus - actually according to our four year old expert, a brachiosaurus - stretching its neck seven feet up in the air go grab a few measly leaves off a winter tree branch!
Merry Christmas, Tim. Hope your dog got lots of puppy loot!
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