The gifts I wrote about yesterday are spread out in multiple rooms at one of the local churches. All of the packages Sigyn and I were examining yesterday were in the room that is usually a nursery for very tiny Midgardlings. You may have noticed the sign on the windows.
“Do not let kids play with the blinds.”
I totally played with the blinds.
The nursery’s toys have all been stashed to the side for the duration of Operation Yule Chaos.
Sigyn, of course, has made a beeline for the farm animals.
Oh, Sigyn, Sweetie! Please do not kiss the piggy! You don’t know where he’s been! That cow has disturbingly large lips, the donkey appears to an imbecile, I suspect the dog is rabid, and the goat–the goat clearly has jaundice. In fact, why don’t you go see if there are eggs in the nest in the barn, instead?
I’ll just be over here in the farmhouse.
Wondering if Old MacDonald and the missus…
…have anything worth stealing.