
Just tidying up a bookshelf the other day and waaaay in the back of a top shelf, I found this little guy. Allll alone…without his mama. Now, under normal circumstances, I would have said, “Hooray!! I’ve found the missing baby to our nativity set! Wahooo!”
There’s just one problem…
We haven’t actually lost the baby from any of our sets. And we don’t even have a set like this. I mean, dude–it’s JUNE! How long has this poor baby been hanging out without his people?!! Where are his people anyway?!
Somebody call Child Protective Services! Heads will roll!
Hmmmmmm…
No, don’t.
On second thought,
He can stay with me.
So–I have this puzzle. It’s pretty, sure. It’s half finished, which is a plus. It’s Thomas Kinkade, so that says it all.
But there is a problem with it. Actually three, to be precise.
Number one: It’s missing a piece. An edge piece. Can you sense my eye twitching madly?
Number two: It’s reaaaally hard. I don’t believe I’ve ever said those words in a complainy, whiney voice about a puzzle before. I LOVE hard ones, but this one is almost irritating instead of challenging. Alllll the saaaaame colorrrrrrrs!!! Yikes.
And lastly,
Number 3: There is a snowman. I’m fine with it. There is even a bright red scarf around that snowman and somehow, I’m still fine with it.
BUT there is a wreath on the lamp post. A Christmas wreath. Totally betraying the fact that I’m doing this CHRISTMAS puzzle…
after Christmas.
How can I bear it? There are rules about things like this.
Deep breath. Deep breath.
Perhaps I can comfort myself by imagining that this perfect family in this perfect house in this perfect Thomas Kinkade painting…
in real life isn’t any better at putting their Christmas stuff away in January…
than I am.
Yeah, that works.
Heh, heh.