Well, we've got what? Three weeks before the voters make their choice and Donald and his Trumpcapades keep skating around on ice that's way to thin for their blades. I mean, you can actually hear the cracking of the ice as his troop circles round and round and round. Every syllable dribbling from his lips is a counter accusation. "It's a conspiracy." You know, the same sort of thing he hawked with 'birtherism.' He doesn't understand that this is his karma. The full circle. The universe fixing a mistake. This is life.
Anyway, yesterday when I returned to work after my 2 days off, Christmas had been set. All the artificial trees, the cheap ones and the expensive ones have been set up. They're all pre-lit. We have one that grows from 7 feet to 10 feet with the press of a button. If I get a tree it will be real because the dogs will see it as a toy... are really bit toy, they can drag around the living room and dining room. This means I will probably not be getting a tree this year.
I have to say, however, the centerpiece for our Christmas display has to be the Christmas Dragon.... that's right, we have a large, inflatable Christmas Dragon who slowly flaps his wings. There is bright pink fire burning in his belly.
I suspect this means that the sleigh with it's 8 tiny reindeer have been replaced. Let's be honest here, a fire breathing dragon swooping around on Christmas Eve is a bit more impressive. No doubt he's faster. And no doubt Santa is riding him shouting out "eat Donner, eat Blixen, eat Prancer and Vixen."