Dino Drac’s Advent Calendar: 12/21 – 12/23/12.

Dino Drac hates today’s magnifying glass, but I don’t. I love how Playmobil made it all jewel-like and oversized, as if it’s actually a supernatural crystal-gazing thing that will let us see the future.

“So you wanna see the future, eh? Then let me open tomorrow’s gift.”

I don’t even put up a fight, anymore. He’s too hard to argue with. Too many dismissive hand gestures.

Tomorrow’s gift is…

Wow, tomorrow’s gift is TERRIBLE.

It’s a bed of hay, but one that’s so stiff from grime that it actually maintains its shape when you hold it sideways.

The only thing I can think to compare it to is a giant owl pellet.

This time, even *I’m* in favor of opening tomorrow’s gift. Though, technically, the next gift would be the day after tomorrow’s gift. I don’t know. It’s 12/21, I’m at work until 6, and there is a 50/50 chance that this random laser zapping around my head will soon reveal its true identity as the flu. I don’t care about hay, or crystal-gazing devices. I just want a heating pad, and soup served in what’s called a bowl but is actually a super huge coffee mug.

Dino Drac, let’s keep this party going.

The day after tomorrow brings us EGGS.

Or so we think.

“These are just ROCKS! They are ROCKS with CHISELED CRACKS, made to LOOK like eggs!”

I take a closer look. He’s right. They’re not eggs. They do fit nicely into yesterday’s bed of hay, though. Or, depending on your point of view, tomorrow’s bed of hay. Blah. I can’t keep up with this. Thank God there’s only one more gift left to open.

“Can we just get it over with? I don’t want to be disappointed on Christmas Eve.”

Oh, you won’t be disappointed, Dino Drac. I’ve heard rumors about the last gift, and it is LEGENDARY. This week blew, but don’t you worry: Weird Danish Santa will reward us in the end.

The saga concludes on Christmas Eve!