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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to all my blogging friends.  I hope you a have a great day.


  1. Merry Christmas Joan, hope you and your family have a great day.

  2. That is an unique piece of graffiti with a good message. Merry Christmas to you too.

  3. Fabulous photo, Joan. Merry Christmas. Here's to a frabjous day.

  4. Merry Christmas to you too Joan, hope you had a lovely day..

    1. Thanks everyone for your greetings. We had a beautiful very cool relaxing day. Just what my eye needs to get fully better.

  5. LOve it, hope you weren't the artiste.

    1. Nah not me. I spotted this at Geurie. I wondered if it has been greeting people for years or if it was a special for 2012. Either way I reckon it will be wishing people a Merry Christmas for many more years to come.

  6. Hi Joan a rather belated Merry Christmas to you and yours. I just knew that this piece of "art" was not by your own fair hand.


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