During this most blessed season, there's nothing I enjoy more than pulling out some choice old chestnuts from the vault, sitting back with a mulled noggin and poring over this mess by the hot, roaring Christmas tree...
It was the night before Zyntrix and all through the ship not a creature was stirring -- not even a fan-cowled Turblandork with reddish brown lips. The place was weirdly silent. Even for deep space. I'd just removed my Sharper Image headache simulator when I heard such a splatter that I sprang from my buncup to readjust the anti-matter. Six moons on the crest of the newfallen stardust gave the luster of Mid-Shreeb to this squidlike creature sweating like an artist. What to my wondering viz-orbs should I see, but the proverbial Cthulhu with all four eyes on me! Thank Getz he wasn't hungry! Just in case, I offered him a lozenge. He declined. He had presents to deliver. But I heard him say, as he zoomed off at nearly the speed of light: Meppy Zyntrix to Yol, and to Yol a Goop Zingle!
I do so love Faberge Eggs- the totally over the top gaudy adornment, the miniscule insanely detailed surprises inside like entire tiny trains, gilded roosters that pop out and crow, a pearl knob, which when twisted, reveals portrait of a Russian Czar and his daughters, the outrageously expensive materials they're made with, the years of intense crafting that went into them, the scinttillating tales of their gifting between vastly wealthy patrons, and eventual adventures and misadventures.
I especially love that many of them are currently 'missing' (?!?). One of my favorites is the "Peacock Egg", which holds a tiny peacock that, when removed and wound up, walks, turns it head from side to side and ruffles its plumage.