Every year at Christmas I set up my North Pole village. Over the years it has gotten quite large and has portions in the living room, dining room, and entryway. Yes, I realize it has reached the point of being an obsession!
And every year on Christmas Eve an invasion occurs, orchestrated by my daughters. Past invasions have included dinosaurs, army men armed with bazookas, giant Barbie dolls, zoo animals, rubber ducks, and even the Occupy movement found my village last year. Can you pick out this year's invasion in the photo below? Click on the photo to enlarge it.
You'd be correct if you guessed feral cats. Below one is ready to devour a gingerbread reindeer.
The cats invaded the ice park, ski slope, and skating rink.
They seemed to particularly enjoy the food court.
They investigated the coal mine and the construction zone.
The elves were a bit concerned, and had to call the big guy for help.
The invaders have never been the same, going back about 20 years. I think it gets harder every year for my crew to come up with new ideas. This year's was fun!










































