Christmas Day
Friday, December 28th, 2007Jesus and Santa came in the night in the ‘57 Chevy leaving presents, food, and family violence. And Reginald the Puppet. Because nothing says “birth of the Christian saviour” like felt.
Jesus and Santa came in the night in the ‘57 Chevy leaving presents, food, and family violence. And Reginald the Puppet. Because nothing says “birth of the Christian saviour” like felt.
Christmas eve will find you. Naughty or nice, it makes no difference. Strangely, however, so will chicken wings.
The annual Christmas party. Shenanigans abound. Jason got many NSFW t-shirts. And Scott. Scott, bless his heart, finds it hard to make a normal face.
Before going to pick up some deodorant, I stopped at Lake Quannapowitt in downtown Wakefield to snap some pictures of the frozen lake. What I found was a snow covered playground full of photographic possibilities.
My uncle Jon performed up at the Javaroom in Chelmsford with good friend John Ferullo. I joined the grandparents and hearing his folks stylings.
Something struck me before I hopped a train. So I busted out the camera. It’s almost the same shot, just a vertical horizontal treatment.
Edit: Something also struck me on the way home whilst it was snowing, so I snagged another pair.
Just a few shots from a recent walk to the Orange Line.