The choir

The prodigal son J returned today for Christmas - with a bag of washing!
I made a wreath for the front door out of bits of greenery from the garden & a few pine cones, it can't have been very memorable as both Mr T & J walked through the door without noticing it.
The little wooden choir we bought when we lived in Germany comes out of it's box every year, the figures stand just over an 1 inch high, and is one of my favourite decorations.