Across the promenade, several of these complex topiaries seem to gaze eyelessly across World Showcase Lagoon at Spaceship Earth and the big-ass Christmas tree.
Fruit, candle lanterns, and poinsettias adorn the tree next to the American Adventure.
In Japan’s Mitsukoshi Department Store, these might be Christmas monkeys. But probably aren’t.
Speaking of embroidery…
Upon emerging, sans having spent any yen, from Mitsukoshi:
France wishes you a Triumphant Holiday Season!
The windows of World Traveler, the shop at Epcot’s International Gateway, feature Christmas trees with “worldly” ornaments.
Since Epcot doesn’t have a Cuba pavilion, I guess Santa here has been to Mexico. But he looks rather ¡babalú! To me, anyway.
If Donald’s hat had been for sale, I would have violated today’s no-purchase policy.
A stop at the BoardWalk on the way to Hollywood Studios.
A putto and his merhorses festooned for the holidays.
A ruminant even-toed ungulate mammal has abandoned the carousel to grace a lobby Christmas tree with his ossicones.
But it really ain’t Christmas until your dogfish and catfish are on the tree.
I withdrew to the Belle Vue Lounge where I hoped to relax listening to old radio shows while charging my phone, but all outlets were busy feeding holiday lighting.
Back outside this view of the surrey bikes reminded me of the infinite hallways inside the resort.
By the time I got to the Studios via Friendship boat, my dogs were barking fiercely, so my time there was short.
Windows and wreaths, Mickey’s of Hollywood.
They don’t hang garlands across Main Street in the Magic Kingdom any more since the Festival of Fantasy floats are too high. But they’ve still got ’em here above Hollywood Boulevard.