And the giftie was chocolate Christmas tree decorations. We can hardly eat them just now, can we? We haven't even got the tree yet, let alone decorated it. So they're spared for a while.
This is one of the Christmas cards I'm sending out. (Consider it sent to you, all kind Bloggy readers.)
When I looked at the back I was mildly surprised to see that the picture is called "Westward Leading". I recognise the quote from "We three kings of orient are" but if I'd been drawing them, I'd have made them face to the left because on the compass, west is left. Yes, yes, I can see that the painter is actually imagining herself standing on the ... pause for thought... north side of them. But it seems a bit counterintuitive to me.
(My brother can leave me a comment about the physics of this. If I get muddled about which way penguins are facing then I may have got this wrong too.)
Earlier today, I was approaching the glass door that leads into the living room and saw through it a mysterious something on the carpet, while the cats sat on the sofa looking innocent. They occasionally - very rarely but it has been known - bring in a bird or a mouse. And I am a very squeamish person. I don't do dead things. That's Mr Life's job. So I thought, "Oh no! It's a dead bird!". Then I looked gingerly at it and thought, "No, it's not a bird. It's a dead frog! Urgh!"