'Some stars are large and some are small, And some are quite invisiball'*

Of all the quiet moments they could have chosen this past year, the critters decided last week was a good one to redecorate, repaint and even remodel entire rooms in The Dwelling! I understood why they felt the need for a collapsible Festivity-Floor with Party-Table to accommodate their numerous Christmas Dinner guests. It would also be a perfect space for their Christmas tree seeing as a box of very pretty Christmas baubles had arrived two weeks previously, but why they should then continue to change a couple of other rooms is beyond me.....

* I have not read this book but came across this quote in a newspaper article today, thinking it rather appropriate for my post. It's from Freddy and the Men from Mars by Walter R. Brooks.

Down below, opposite Mr.Mole, they have created a White Space for Mr.White; he felt straight at home, especially when Whitey bear dropped by for a visit, as did two small white birds and a hairy shell.

 

 

oh, Harlequin pattern flooring and checkered table top, wouldn't mind those in my own house

Dino twins enjoying the view from the top floor, where just below Gorilla Drumstix is having a noisy blast with the twins; they have reassured me they are practicing for the festivities.

You know something's right when Rainbows appear in your house, shining a light not only in OBK's enlarged changing room, but also the loo and broom closet. I have to admit to liking the Starry Skies very much. Hey, I just spotted the fierce Gorilla fooling around with OBK's shawls, oh well I suppose he's not doing anyone any harm. 

The White Cloud, in which I've used some of Mo's lace. Sometime during her last year my mama woke up after having had a lovely dream, as she later explained to us: 'I dreamed I was high up in the clouds where I happened to meet some very interesting people. They live on Clouds 11A and 11C. As Cloud 11B is still vacant I asked if I could move in as soon as I was dead too. They told me that would be quite okay.' Upon waking she had forgotten who they were, but she did remember wanting to move there after her death. This is the story we now share. I can always look up and check out if there is a cloud whenever I want to say 'hi mum'.

Mother Duck checking out her sleeping arrangements together with DutchBoy 

'You're entirely sure we are safe up here?' she asks.

'Of course you are, you're birds aren't you? You used to heights and flying,' he replies.

'Well then, this will be fine' she clucks. 'Mine mine mine' the triplets chime, as they follow her and hop onto the big bed.

'Will he be sleeping here too?' as she nods to the dinosaur holding a bat between his sharp teeth.

DutchBoy: 'Yes he will, if that's okay with you?' 

'I'm sure it will be as I trust you' she replies.

'What about the hippo in the bath?' DutchBoy asks, just to be sure she hasn't missed him....

Without batting an eyelid, she chuckles 'Oh, old Hippo and me go a long way back, don't we Hippo.....?'

'Aye, that we do' is his dry reply, leaving DutchBoy with much to ponder.

Meanwhile in the PillowStudio they are extremely busy making pillows for all the house guests, as you can well imagine. Pigeon is learning a thing or two on the sewing machine with Kitty (whom you can't see as she is hidden by the sewing machine) and Polly helping him along. MotherDoll makes sure there's always a pot of fresh tea, thus ensuring spirits and morale are kept high. 

OBK hastily leaving his bedroom to join in the welcoming of the latest arrivals. He's wearing yet another new outfit: a silk cape lined with the same velvet as his robe. Note the MagicButton I found in one of many small boxes containing an assortment of buttons my mama collected for her knitting (another story). He's happy, I'm happy, we are all happy.

A teeny tiny Christmas angel blowing his trumpet, saluting the newcomers.

The flow of visitors and food supplies never seems to stop. They must travel over a precarious road, after having entered through the window, where a green light shines, beckoning them all in the right direction.

A truckload of dreams, well of course!

Many thanks to all of you who have in one form or another contributed to The Dwelling and its many inhabitants, we are very grateful.

Here's just a few of The Dwellers enjoying their tea, almost too busy to wave Goodbye and wish you All 

a very merry and we hope not too lonely Christmas 

 see you here soon

xXx