Being warned by GPS, and it not yet being time to return to our own country, we returned to our temporary home by a non-freeway route. And so it came to pass that we were stopped in traffic behind, um, a reindeer, I think. A pretty intent-looking reindeer. Thus was the day was an odd mix of sacred and secular intimations of the birth of Jesus.
But the day was not done with oddness. A drip of something melted-cheese-like on our temporary kitchen table presented the best-formed face EVER. I mean, teeth and all, channelling a Casper-the-Ghost vibe.