We were walking home from the shops along George Street. Two girls in shorts were walking towards us giggling. One turned suddenly and ran back to look into the garden they'd just passed. She leaned forward almost crouching, doubled up. She caught up with her friend and they passed us laughing.
Now it's us walking past the house. Of course it's the house with the loony Christmas decorations, the nativity scene in the garden and the Santa's legs sticking out of the chimney.
What was so funny about that? But then I see their this year's new addition sitting on the grass next to the manger. It's a Christmas cock.
Well, a cock.
He's a Christmas cock by virtue of his being at the nativity. Staring beadily at the baby Jesus in all his feathered glory. I wonder what possessed them?
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Christmas Cock
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