From a child's eye. Actually, that's too small for a child. How about... an Asian child's eye. Whose dad isn't Yao Ming.
There's a small peek hole split in our blinds. We always keep it closed, but a little open so we can peek at the neighbors outside. But now that our tree is there, we can't peek.
Yeay lights! It sounds out Christmas tunes... in beeps. The lights are over 20 years old (it has been passed down from our auntie, whose kids are now 28, and 26... I think).
This picture didn't turn out the way I wanted it to. Oh well.
This is under the tree. Our buddy in the middle is 22 years old.
Square spaghetti! I was about to warm it.
I didn't decorate my room yet, I'll take pictures of that tomorrow after I finish dusting and decorating my room.
We also put up our lights outside.
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