Being horrified by shop windows at Xmas is a favorite tradition in my family as well! My sister and I sometimes walk into the shop and pretend to browse just to stage-whisper catty remarks.
Canuck, a lovely notion but someone else would have to tape it in secret - we're both awful on camera. In particular, once my sister realizes she's being filmed all she can think to do is flex her biceps and give (what she thinks is) her photo-ready smile.
Did you, by any chance, look like our dear Colin in Bridget Jones' Diary? (...yarg, how do you right-click/copy/paste on a freakin Apple? This commenting on a foreign computer is seriously cramping my style...) Gus, I am sure you were completely stylin', we sisters are a cruel lot in general, pay us no mind.
PS Thank you for making me choke on my drink, as usual... :)