What I have found is astounding. Shared photo albums of long lost travels. Pictures of me with princess hair. Garbage that people sent me which I never meant to download. Videos of terrible dance parties. And most importantly for today, Christmas. Not Christmas with my family. I probably wouldn't write a blog about that. Family Christmas is rarely amusing. I'm usually mildly-perturbed to full-blown-stressed-out for approximately three weeks leading up to the Christmas holiday celebrations and then it's over and in the snap of the fingers, I stop eating 12 cookies a day. That's it.
No, this blog is about Christmas Creatures. That I have photographed. I'd like to invite you to take a look at an older blog post I wrote about Christmas in Turkey a few years ago. I also included a little Romania for good measure in that entry. Honestly, nothing is better than Christmas in Turkey. Everything is a little bit terrifying - which is exactly how I like my holidays. I'd much rather be amused with fear than thinking my own thoughts.
This year I found myself in Paris during the holiday season. I love European Christmas markets!! They are so charming and weird. Paris was no exception.
The first thing we noticed upon entering the market was the music. Allow me to set the scene: they were playing a recording of Christmas carols - in English - but the tune, beat and lyrics were a little off for every song. Much like this:
Then we met this guy:
|I know it's Santa's thing to get on roofs and break into people's homes, but this Santa really looks like he just robbed a bank. Since when does Santa travel with a rope?|
|Why is he on a cellphone? THEY HAVEN'T EVEN LEFT THE NORTH POLE YET.|
|I actually have about 14 of these photos with different Christmas statues. I'm quite possible the most obnoxious person in the world. But come on. Look at it's paw.|
|These dinosaurs have lots of fingers which is PROBABLY why they are so good at wrapping gifts.|
|Why aren't they dressed up and/or giving gifts? That's racist.|
A Santa with the name-tag "Steve,"
|"I also play the saxophone," I said to Steve.|
|I think it cost 10 Euro each to ride. Maybe 5. Worth every cent.|
When we initially entered the Toledo Christmas bonanza, we were greeted by this dapper fellow:
|I mean, I guess I'm happy for him that he got his face glued back together again. It's not another sad case of Humpty Dumpty anyway.|
|Where all the misfits poison you|
|I'm pretty sure the fox in the background is holding a gun|
Then quickly walked past the haunted dead baby family.
|I looked just like that|
|Am I missing something? What does this have to do with Christmas? And why is there so much garbage around it?|
I wonder what holiday treasures Asheville will bring forth this year! I CAN'T WAIT for Santa Con!!