The vegetarian version of Christmas chicken: alive and pretty, wandering in the garden.
My mother’s Christmas tree this year. Every year she pulls together a different creation on Christmas Eve. This might be where Lauca’s Goddamn Craft gene comes from.
Speaking of which..
A walk after breakfast to inspect the floods at my mother’s place.
Flood. See.
Important task of the day: dessert.
Christmas night at Bill’s parents. Some of the brothers and their children on an evening walk to find frogs and fireflies.
At a day-after Boxing Day wedding. My father’s wedding, to be exact. His fourth. Only he and Hugh Hefner still believe in the institution.
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Merry Christmas!
My parents in law married on the day after Boxing Day, they’re still together after 42 years so maybe this’ll be your Dad’s lucky last.
I’m still laughing at the caption under the first image… vegetarian version indeed.
LOL
Love the Christmas chicken. Also like Lauca’s craft – wish anything we produced here was of such quality, but no.
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