January 14, 2009

Happy Golden Days of Yore

Santa is my nightlight

December got away from me somehow. So, here I am now, feet firmly planted in January, taking a quick glance over my shoulder at the blur of a holiday season in Boston and Upstate New York.

So it begins...

...and a Merry Christmas to you, Comrade Lenin

Our shiny, new hatchblack, was all covered in snow

...said the Pops, emphatically.

My NoCo shopping paradise

Happy New Year, America.