Predator, Reaper and Rudolph

So what was I doing on Christmas Day? Well, I wasn’t doing nifty Mother-things, such as making cookies with icing applied with a paintbrush, making elaborate, multi-stepped desserts and salads; but I was in the kitchen. Yes, I was in the kitchen with a cold turkey and a big roaster and with Der Bingle, who helped tuck the first one into the second.

It was a bit messy – all that turkey fat and juice – and so I actually wore an apron. But I kept the Christmas Spirit up on a little corner of it, although the message was more, shall we shall, determined.

Der Bingle’s work involves drones – and, given my personality lately – his family-life includes one as well. No need to go there; I’ll probably snap or ease out of it. So I have this apron, which I think is pretty nice; I know at Christmas, Peace on Earth is a major theme, and taking the bad in the world seriously and working to keep us safe is a responsible undertaking.

Rudolph flies in those skies people work to protect and so I added him to the apron; Der Bingle noticed his legs were a bit tangled, but hey, you can’t fault someone for getting caught up in their work. Still, I straightened them out for his close-up.

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