Aren’t we forgetting the true meaning of Christmas? You know: the birth of Santa.

Posted: January 15, 2019 in Photography
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A belated but no less Merry Christmas this festive January!

Have yourself a self-contained Christmas; entirely located within a single window ledge.

My first advent calendar in about 10 years! And on the subject of chocolate:

TINA!!! ⛏️🍫

Sibling(-in-law’s) annual Christmas lunch at Cail Bruich.

Pre-Monklands Christmas party. 🎄🥂

Last December, I announced that it was officially Christmas after seeing my first robin of the year and discovered, to my horror: a) that robins are only a symbol of Christmas in the UK, and b) that robins are a completely different bird in America and Europe. This year, I did my part to raise global awareness via my annual Christmas jumper.

Speaking of Christmas jumpers, can we just take a moment to appreciate Giles’? ❄️

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And the presents were wrapped
Which took three times longer
Because of this cat

Trip to the V&A Dundee with my brother.

Christmas Day! 🎄

Humphrey impatiently awaiting his Christmas Dinner.

My brother made himself, me and mum as our Lego Harry Potter incarnations (complete with house-appropriate uniforms 🐍) and it’s just about the best thing.

Kawaii af (not mine but I’d wear the shit out of them).

Honestly, some of the cards in this game violate the Geneva Convention.

Golden Girls Cluedo – a game that lasted precisely 5 minutes because Keith made the unquantifiably unlikely guess of who, what and where in a single go.

Right in the nostalgia! ToeJam & Earl on the Mega Drive.

We spent our entire childhoods unable to finish this game then managed it in a single sitting over Christmas. (Granted that sitting lasted 6 hours but a win is a win.)

Passed out on Boxing Day like

Latest addition to my brother’s menagerie. 🐸

I don’t think Molly is quite sold.

They’re provisionally named Jabba & Leia, but Bert & Ernie are in reserve should they both prove male.

Do you guys need anything? Some snacks? A condom? Let me know. Oh, god love you.

Kim slipping into a well-deserved coma after making an entire post-Christmas dinner for the masses, and Scott presumably passed out from the sheer horror of knowing that one day he’ll be “proper old, like…38.” 🙃

Giles in a Rusty-sized bed is just about the most ridiculous thing.


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