Photo.a.Day Challenge: Day 1

I know, I know. I was supposed to start this at the beginning of the year, but I wasn't really thinking about contributing to my blog at the time. I will begin on day 8 of the challenge, and go from there. Today's picture is:

Remaining Christmas Decor (on the street)

So this picture is supposed to be of debris still on the street, waiting to be collected but I will let you in on a little secret. I have yet to take down my Christmas tree. I would hang my head in shame if it didn't look so awesome every time I plug it in. I will get to it later in the week, I promise. For now, here is my pictures. Seeing as I have so many cool ornaments, I had to add one extra photo. Enjoy!

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