We are back from upstate NY, (not the city), and it is good to be home. The house isn’t as messy as I envisioned. I mean, it isn’t in dying order, but it isn’t horrible. We stayed with Todd’s parents, who gave Riley and Seth the things they wanted most in life, Nintendo DSIs. Kept them busy for hours on the ride home. We likey. I want to show you some photos of the holiday decorations at the O’Neils. They are too beautiful not to share. I couldn’t capture all of them, but these are some that I loved. The one above. How could you not love it if your last name is O’Neil? The one below, that belly. Enough said.
There is something about an Irish Santa.
2000 was a good year. Riley was born.
The one below on the right looks like he’s been going a little heavy on the egg nog if you know what I mean.
Next we have the nativity set.
Look at the detail!
What does this wise man’s expression say to you?
To me he’s saying, How is this baby, born in Bethlehem, lily white? Not bloody likely!
Keep the guy on the right in mind. We’ll get to him later.
The reason for the season.
I rode a camel once. At the Ringling Brothers Barnum and Baily Circus when I was a child. It was scary and thrilling. Not that it has anything to do with Christmas.
Look at his pipes. He’s been working out. I thought it shouldn’t go unnoticed.
And now we’ve reached the end of our holiday tour. We had a lovely time. We’re home safe. The little ones will wake up tomorrow in their own beds, eager to see what Santa brought them. I’m going to stay up and spy to see if he’s really Irish. I’ll keep you posted.