These are the street vendors, including Molly Malone and her kitty. I think my favorite is the organ grinder with his little monkey holding a cup. My dear husband made a slip of the tongue one year and called him the "monkey grinder." In our family we remember things like that for a long time. Perhaps it is because he seldom makes such a misstatement so we have to rely on the few he does. Not a Christmas goes by without mention of the monkey grinder, usually more than once.
These are the villagers, including the lamplighter. The nurse figure was the first Caroler that we had, a gift from our son.
Once again I am posting a photograph that someone sent me and I cannot credit. But I think it does emphasize that Christmas is a time of peace, misinterpreted as piece.
Well dear readers, I wore my lucky Packer shirt. My son and his wife ate tacos at halftime for the fourteenth week in a row. But somebody dropped the ball and the Green Bay Packers lost their first game yesterday. Actually, more than one person dropped the ball. Unfortunately they were playing on the field and couldn't hold on to Aaron Rodgers passes that hit them in the numbers. So, Suz, you can relax. The shirt is in the dirty clothes. I'm hoping that washing it will restore the good luck for the next game.