halls, decked

Regular readers will remember that to the eternal consternation of my immediate family, I have only two real collections. (By comparison, my mom and sisters have many, many collections; my dad has whole buildings devoted to his collections; and even my brother has more than a slight pack-rat tendency.) For better or worse, this is the time of year when my two collections converge. The yard is positively illuminated with blow molds (of both the creepy and cute variety), while inside, every flat surface is covered with holiday-themed Fiestaware. Behold!