The Inevitable Has Come, or ... It Was a Christmas Miracle

... the damned things reappeared.  No Intrepid Baby Jesus included either, dagnabbit.

Don't ask where they were, either.  Because we all know I looked in the closet where they were supposed to be hanging something like thirty-eight times, so none of us needs the awkwardness of acknowledging that's where they were the whole time.  Let's just assume they were somewhere both completely unexpected, yet somehow not batsplat insane.


Edited to add:  the Intrepid Baby Jesus was found late afternoon 12/27 ... only a little dusty, and not wearing palazzo pants after all.  He returns to the basement with tree and all the other decorations, to adorn another year.