Ritual

Today was Christmas Lunch day for the office staff in Inverurie, at the excellent Kaffeehaus in the town.

During a lull in conversation towards the end of the meal, I looked down and was amazed to discover the toys from our crackers engaged in some bizarre masonic ritual: within the circle of a yellow paper hat, two green plastic jumping frogs were prostrating themselves at the feet of an etherial musical figure, presenting a votive offering of two spinning tops and a plastic fighter jet.