Christmas nightlights. Even the electric outlets MUST be holiday festive! I think my mother is to blame (aren't they always?) for most of these. In fact, she just gave me another one a couple of days ago. Guess where the Snoopy one is...I'll give you a hint: the walls are pink.
This guy spent the holidays in the kitchen.
This one gave a cheery light to Loverboy's vanity in the master bath.
And the Holy Family (complete with flickering "fire" bulb) kept watch over my vanity side of the master bath. I must say, though, that I think Mary's got plastic Baby Jesus a little too close to the fire.
I ran out of decorating steam when I got to our bathroom. Lighted garland and tinsel were as far as I got on Loverboy's side.
The red decorations that I used in the bath of our previous house don't really go with the paint in this one, but cheery is cheery, right? I think I'll hang Santa somewhere else next year, though. The double image from hanging him where the two mirrors meet is kind of creepy.
I realized the two teddy bear angels and the bad-skater Santa pictured below are probably to blame for my Christmas decoration madness. These are the very first decorations I ever bought. I think I was 13 and Mom had me with her trolling an after Christmas sale somewhere in New Orleans.
Last, but certainly not least, a big Happy Birthday to Papa!
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