The Christmas Dragon

Well, we've got what?  Three weeks before the voters make their choice and Donald and his Trumpcapades keep skating around on ice that's way to thin for their blades.  I mean, you can actually hear the cracking of the ice as his troop circles round and round and round.  Every syllable dribbling from his lips is a counter accusation.  "It's a conspiracy."  You know, the same sort of thing he hawked with 'birtherism.'  He doesn't understand that this is his karma.  The full circle.  The universe fixing a mistake.  This is life.
Anyway, yesterday when I returned to work after my 2 days off, Christmas had been set.  All the artificial trees, the cheap ones and the expensive ones have been set up.  They're all pre-lit.  We have one that grows from 7 feet to 10 feet with the press of a button.  If I get a tree it will be real because the dogs will see it as a toy... are really bit toy, they can drag around the living room and dining room.  This means I will probably not be getting a tree this year.
I have to say, however, the centerpiece for our Christmas display has to be the Christmas Dragon.... that's right, we have a large, inflatable Christmas Dragon who slowly flaps his wings.  There is bright pink fire burning in his belly.

I suspect this means that the sleigh with it's 8 tiny reindeer have been replaced.  Let's be honest here, a fire breathing dragon swooping around on Christmas Eve is a bit more impressive.  No doubt he's faster.  And no doubt Santa is riding him shouting out "eat Donner, eat Blixen, eat Prancer and Vixen."