Sinatra Was Swinging, All The Drunks They Were Singing

I've been too busy with work to pay much attention to Christmas shtuff, but I decided to throw up a few decorations throughout my casa to get me into the "spirit" of things.

I used to have a Christmas tree that I'd put up every year (see here, and here), but there was nowhere to store that big sucker in my wee li'l apartment. So I sadly had to get rid of the tree, which was my favourite part of  the Christmas decorations.

I did, however, keep all the damn ornaments. With no tree to put 'em on, I decided to dress up my tall bookcase instead - complete with a star on top. It's like a Nerd Christmas. Kinda fitting, really.

Add a couple of beer bottles on that there thang, and you've got something that's pretty much as Kris as can be.

Yeah. It's a little sad.

But kinda fun in a way, cuz I got to "decorate" some of my favourite things.

An old pic of my grandpa with my cousins and I when we were tiny li'l brats?

Now Chrismafied! Alongside To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby and Shakespeare's complete works, no less.
 

And where else can Little Women and Hunter S. Thompson celebrate Christmas with a grade-school punkass Kris and her best friend Vicky, posing on the baseball diamond?

Nowhere, dude. Nowhere.

I was about to make some kinda 'Jim Morrison is Jesus' comment, but one of 'em I believe in... the other I don't. So - my backup choices are:

He is the Christmas King, he can do anything.

or

Mr. Hoho Risin'.

Meh. Ah, leave me alone...

 I see stars.

I threw random Christmas decorations around the place.

Though it still feels (and is) half-assed, it helps.

Even the Salt and Pepper guys got decorated. They creepily look like carolers at the moment. Maybe singing this? (Go Dee, GO!):

It's officially winter. Keep warm (not like you have a choice in this weather).

Ho ho ho, hosers.