Nothing says Christmas like slave labor

As has become tradition at The Disco, we gathered some of the neighborhood kids, and along with my two girls, my nephew, assorted fruits of loins, bribed them with pizza and sugar and set them to decorate our tree while the adults guzzled cheap beer and sushi...




Behold, the end result...



Also, here are some photos of various Christmas decorations loitering about my kingdom.

First up, in the dining nook is a tree we purchased at the our local Wal-Mart (shut up, they have cheap decorations). By the looks of the tangle of cords trailing behind it, you'd think I could flag down a fucking passenger jet with this sucker...




Next, in the formal living area, we have contributions from both my side of the family, as well as Kristine's. I give to you the timeless, classical, and infinitely more valuable...Snowmen dancing on a piano to the tune of "Dashing through the snow"...



To the right of my snowmen is a clay manger scene that Kristine got from...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...If you look really closely, one of the donkeys lost an ear that we had to glue back on.



Ooh! Here is the gingerbread Christmas tree K and I put together a couple of nights ago...That's right, bitches, I was in AP art class in High School. Suck it.



Wearing the Santa hat with chasing star lights that I will undoubtedly pass down to my next child, is a nutcracker that my girls picked out. And yes, that is the dvd of the movie "You got served". Word.




Next, on the adjacent wall are the stockings hung with care...



And last, but certainly not least, I give to you for your viewing pleasure...the worlds largest wreath courtesy of Kristine's mom and her Costco membership. I'm pretty sure there's a family of racoons living comfortably inside of this...




What fire hazard?