It's An Iron Cowboy Christmas
The Palinode brought The Cowboy along with him when we were joined as husband and wife in a ceremony that satisfied my side of the family very deeply.
He came accompanied by the The Politician and the The Dead Guy, the Palinode's inanimate entourage, but they are not the focus here.
What is the focus here is that I actually decorated for Christmas willingly for the first time ever in my whole life. I am not a scrooge or anything, but I am certainly not one to get caught up in any seasonal foofaraw. I could not give a rat's ass for Halloween or Talk Like A Pirate Day or whathaveyou, but Christmas has presents, so I give it a little more legroom.
My parents were coming down last Saturday for a small Christmas get-together, and I wanted to make the apartment look like it had at least a little of the Christmas spirit in it. We were without a tree, but I picked up some wire garlands that light up and a string of plain white bulbs on sale anyway and came home to find a spot for them. The first obvious place for them I saw was The Cowboy, because he usually stands in our entrance and greets everyone who comes through the door.
Isn't he lovely? No? I didn't think so. He looks like a cactus. Or a triffid. Definitely a triffid. A festive country and western triffid. Whose bottom half is covered in cat spit.
I am a participant in Holidailies 2007.