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Dozens injured or killed last Thursday as the Christmas Train jumped its tracks, caused in part by reality melting like a pat of butter on a camp stove.
Actually, the train pretty much stayed on its tracks. Not how I remembered this particular snow globe at all. Admittedly, when the mountains are bobbing like corks overhead and the castle’s spinning round and round and round, “on its tracks” is subjective, possibly a little bit meaningless.
Oh, look where Santa’s Christmas Village is. You better letÂ me drive.
Yep. The mountain’s starting to drift. That’s not a good sign.
Eyeless shepherd, seeing-eye goat. Still, he dresses himself well. In one smooth unit.
Those are someÂ awesome shoes. Gold cross-garters for the win. Where were shepherds getting the funding for their wardrobe? Some sort of fashion grant magically set up by the Franciscans 1400 years in the future, to make sure their nativities would look snappy?
Tragedy of the shepherd: he may be wearing the sparkliest socks of all, but can’t see them :( Because they could only afford one pair of eyes, and Â the artist decided to give them to the sheep.
On the subject of terrible, no-eyed nativity figures, I don’t think this angel is singing “Noel” or “Hallelujah” or “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord” or any such thing. No, all I’m hearing here is one sustained moan. Maybe occasional gasps of horror or the occasional shocked whimper.
Is it just me, or does she have a skirt steak wrapped around her head? Or maybe a heavy piece of woodear fungus? Something thick and fleshy, at any rate.
Christmas Train and Screaming Angel from Goodwill on Metric; Eyeless Shepherd, Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, Austin