Caption Contest: Xmas Edition
(Picture courtesy of faithful and loyal reader Stan Banos at the photo blog Reciprocity Failure.)
Not included in Clement Moore's poem was the Christmas that Santa's pipe ignited over Finland when all eight reindeer farted at once.
Sorry I haven't got more time for anything more than a half-assed caption but I figure if y'all are as busy as I am with the usual Johnny-Come-Lately last minute Xmas Eve rushing, you have even less time to read anything I'd write.
I will say that I'm both heartened and mystified by a strange red box that arrived at my house today from a place called Figis in Wisconsin. It contained five delicious-looking cheese and beef sticks that I'll save until after Mrs. JP gets back from Vero Beach on January 8th. But whoever sent it obviously knows my address and there's no useful return information on it. So, to the kind and thoughtful soul who'd sent it, Thank you and happy holidays but please identify yourself either here or via email or snail mail.
And to Stan the Man Banos and Ward and Susan, thank you very much for the cards that also arrived today. I trust ours have arrived, as well.