Someone sent me a Christmas carp. Patron saint of the piscine posse, reeking of ancient symbolism and lore, he’s the very embodiment of the reason for the season on a subterranean psychological level. And he kind of grows on you; all those happy-faced holiday decorations can wear thin, but his penetrating, unwavering stare radiates solidity and stolidity. Merry fishmas!
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My college roommate once sewed by hand and bestowed on me a plush stuffed fish. We called it 'Benji the Bedtime Bass'. It was one of my favorite birthday presents ever.
I like the fact that you have moved to the Christmas crap stage. I agree it is wearing thin.
I rather like the carp, although it looks more like a bass to me, but the colors are lovely.
I like him too. He looks very discerning!
Shieldmaiden, I used to have a stuffed bass, too!
Melanie, I agree about the colors, and Lidian, you've picked the perfect word, as usual.
And papercages, I'm sorry you're not in the mood for Christmas. It'll be over soon!
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