The Eve of Yule is upon us, and Sigyn and I are still looking for her Christmas gift. Today we are out and about, dodging last-minute shoppers and trying to tune out the fifty-seventh playing of “Frosty the Snowman” on stores’ loudspeakers. (People say I’m evil. What about the person who wrote that song? My misdemeanors are tame by comparison.)
Now we are back at that market that has things from all over the planet.
If we find enough goodies, we might need a shopping cart.
Sigyn and I are firm believers that you are never too old to ride in the cart.
These folders would be perfect for organizing my mischief…
If they weren’t, you know, the ugliest color ever created by mortals.
Ah. They have the same kind of personalized chocolate that they had last year.
Last year Sigyn said I was “grumpy.” This year I think I’ll be “hangry.” We’ve been shopping for a while, dearest. Might it be time for lunch?
Sigyn, you are in front of the wrong candy bar.
You are definitely a “happy.” I don’t know anyone who smiles as much as you do.
Even when you are caught in your usual predicament.
Trapped in glass. Every. Single. Time. I don’t know how she does it. Hang on, sweetie. Loki will get you out.
From a bear to a wall-eyed hippo.
It looks like it’s just grinning, but I’ve heard those things kill more people every year than lions do. They’re always hungry. If it makes any false move, I’m prepared to blast it into a pile of gooey papier-mâché.
These deer look a little more stable,
And also very “retro.” I hope she chooses one or both. I’d love to see the human female keeping up wiht all the shed glitter!
This bird looks like the friendly sort.
But this one appears to have fallen afoul of some predator:
Possibly that gluttonous hippo.
You know what, my love? We could spend hours here and not find the “perfect” gift. Why don’t we just do the “cozy getaway” like we did last year? Away from all of the crowds. Wouldn’t that be nice?