Plucked

It's that time again. Time to step out into the cold, enjoy the company of your cow orkers, and sit on Santa's knee... Good company, *and* a leg joint. 'Tis truly the season to be merry!

Our Santa was in the proper get up, but looked more like Groucho Marx in the gloriously funny mirror scene from Duck Soup than the jolly, rotund, rosy cheeked gentleman of legend. Though his knee was just as comfy.

My present was just what I asked for, apparently. Although on opening it, I suspect some kind of administrative error. Not that I am complaining, I now have just what my wife asked for - which is, from her perspective, nice.

And my wife? Her present was plucked.