November? Really? Already?
I've been blissfully unaware of the encroaching holidaze until this week. But this week's batch snapped me out of it.
It was all this elf could do to sit still for her picture.
She's been jumping around, cheerleader-like,
shouting spontaneous rhymes about joy and stuff.
Gingerbread smells like heaven!
When are we gonna get a tree?
Hey, I didn't say she was any good at it.
Even the formerly pink flamingo has gotten into the spirit.
Did you know that flamingos get their pink color from eating a particular type of shrimp? It's true! Without that diet, they'd be naturally white.
(And who said this wasn't an educational blog?)
I wonder where my wayward bird
got all those candy canes.
Of course, the highlight of the week for all the dollies was the appearance of The Big Guy himself (although it looks like he could use some cookies).
Everybody made such a fuss over him! They even presented him with a key to the city. We're not really sure which city they're imagining, but it's the thought that counts. .
Naturally, everybody had to get their picture taken with Santa.
Say "Plum pudding!"