~ Christ Moose ~

We haven’t gotten our act entirely together yet this Christmas Season.

The outside Christmas lights are not on the Colorado Spruce yet.  Haven’t even plugged ’em in to see if the ding-dang things light up.

But we did finish our Advent Chains.

And we did chop down our up until then perfectly-healthy-and-oxygen-supplying Christmas Tree.

And we did put the peel and stick Santa figure up on the bathroom window so the kids feel like they are being watched when they are pooping.

But frankly, if it were not for our Moose, we would be poor holiday greeters, indeed.

“The Moose?” You ask?

Yes.  The Moose.

“What the hell is that thing?”

“It’s exactly what it looks like, of course.”

Our Christ Moose.

We hesitate to add much else to the yard.  It would be like Gilding the Lily.

And we’d hate to be Gauche.