Seems fitting to close out the Christmas season with Santa. My Dad apparently lifted this from a hotel when he was in Miami for the Orange Bowl in 1948. It has adorned my parents house every year since. We have added the hat. He's showing his age.
Brussel sprouts in their (almost) natural state - still on the stem. I had never seen them other than in a bag or on the table as part of a meal.
Miniature horses at Bear Farms near my mother in Shawnee. We have enjoyed watching these animals for many years.
The live nativity on Christmas Eve at Colonial.
This cul-de-sac has every homeowner participating in the display. Apparently when a house sells, the decorations go with the house. On Christmas Eve they give out candy canes.
The Nutcracker boutique is dwarfed in the orchestra level lobby.
Amazingly, blooming again for Christmas.
Part of the Gingerbread Village the chefs create for display at Crown Center.
In Christmas attire. He gets decorated for many holidays.
The Holiday Express rolled into Union Station. I was too late to get it with the lights on but I know it is cool.
How did she get in here and why? It takes a good vertical leap.
Stockings for the homeless ministry. Each is a tube sock with the other sock inside as well as toiletries.
A coffee and sandwich shop in an old gas station in midtown in Kansas City.
Crown Center Ice Rink with the Mayor's Christmas Tree in the background.
Not actually but this massive fireplace made me think of such an activity. The fireplace is in the Swope Memorial Golf Course clubhouse, built in 1922.
The backroom of the "housewares department" operated by my church for the Cross-Lines Christmas Store. I worked helping stock and escorting clients through. Very rewarding.
A monument created in Mission by survivors of the Pearl Harbor attacks.
We finally found our bricks in the pavement outside Union Station. It only took us a decade to ask and find them. Hayden's boots are framing the bricks.
I won a spoon in the chili cook-off at Colonial's annual Advent festival. I was not the grand champion but recognition is good at any level.
Mary Pinizzotto vowed to shoot a video of herself dancing everyday for a year. Dec. 4, she invited the public to participate in Day 357 of her year. Despite a brutal windchill, several folks showed up on the steps of the Liberty Memorial. I didn't linger - too cold for me.
The decorated photo cube ornament from my childhood. A little the worse for wear but not something you can find in the store. It's on my mother's tree.
A unique window display.
... Hayden style.
In a window on the Plaza. I loved his expression.
Seems fitting to close out the Christmas season with Santa. My Dad apparently lifted this from a hotel when he was in Miami for the Orange Bowl in 1948. It has adorned my parents house every year since. We have added the hat. He's showing his age.
Miniature horses at Bear Farms near my mother in Shawnee. We have enjoyed watching these animals for many years.
The Holiday Express rolled into Union Station. I was too late to get it with the lights on but I know it is cool.
Stockings for the homeless ministry. Each is a tube sock with the other sock inside as well as toiletries.
Not actually but this massive fireplace made me think of such an activity. The fireplace is in the Swope Memorial Golf Course clubhouse, built in 1922.
The backroom of the "housewares department" operated by my church for the Cross-Lines Christmas Store. I worked helping stock and escorting clients through. Very rewarding.
We finally found our bricks in the pavement outside Union Station. It only took us a decade to ask and find them. Hayden's boots are framing the bricks.
I won a spoon in the chili cook-off at Colonial's annual Advent festival. I was not the grand champion but recognition is good at any level.
Mary Pinizzotto vowed to shoot a video of herself dancing everyday for a year. Dec. 4, she invited the public to participate in Day 357 of her year. Despite a brutal windchill, several folks showed up on the steps of the Liberty Memorial. I didn't linger - too cold for me.
The decorated photo cube ornament from my childhood. A little the worse for wear but not something you can find in the store. It's on my mother's tree.
