"Safer Location"

Greetings to all!  It's me, Maggie.  If you've ever had your motives questioned, you'll know exactly where I'm coming from on this post.  There I was, helping Mom put up all the decorations last weekend, when I noticed some things I'd never seen before!

"Well, well, well.  What have we here?!?"

Apparently, Mom has had them for years, but I sure hadn't ever noticed them making the Christmas scene!  They were like stuffies, with fuzzy hats and long, interesting beards!  And they were LOOKING AT ME.  All I did was stare back.  THAT'S ALL I DID.  Oh, sure.  I may have been rocking back and forth a bit.  It was a struggle, folks.  The angel on my one shoulder kept saying, "Don't do it, Maggie!" and the devil on the other one seemed to be encouraging me to grab one and de-stuff it.  I didn't listen to it - honestly!  But it was a fight.

For some reason, they have been moved to a new location now.  Safer.  Higher.  I actually have no idea where they are.  They've entered my mom's "witness protection program" for interesting Christmas decorations.  (And no, I haven't seen Sock Monkey this year.  Yet.)

Mom asked Cam and me to pose by the tree that's right next to the table they were on:

"I think my hat is slipping."
"I wasn't going to take them, Mom.  Honest."

Note the wood resin statues of Saint Nicolas and Santa have replaced the stuffies.  I mean "other" decor items.

"Should I tell her Sock Monkey is on the tree right behind her?"
"Let's keep that to ourselves, Cam.  Maggie, could you try to look happy?"
"I'm still on the 'Nice List', right?!?"

So ... other than having my motives questioned, I think everything is fine.  No one did anything they shouldn't have, and Mom got some nice snaps of us by the tree.  Even if I did look a bit put out.  I mean - does she REALLY think I'd have taken them? 

Why do bipeds put out so many tempting things right when you're trying your hardest to stay on the "Nice List"?!?  Have you had your motives questioned lately?  

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher