Christians believe that Christmastime is a time to celebrate the birth of The Lamb of God but in my devil worshipping home, we celebrated the arrival of The Lamb of Pudding. There she is above. Her name is Peep - a healthy Merino - born to our darling Beau on Christmas Day. When Beau arrived in October we had no idea that she was already pregnant. In celebration of the new birth, we wrapped tinsel around their sheepish necks as Peep surveyed her new home watched by our wee shepherd - a miniature Santa who illuminates at night. However, I must be honest, unlike the living Beau and Peep, Santa is just a plastic replica with a sixty watt light bulb up his rear end.
Ah-ha, as I type these words I can hear intertwining sounds from the night garden. The deeper "baa-ing" of Beau and the plaintive "mai-ing" of young Peep. Looking out, I see Santa glowing - his light twinkling upon those tinsel collars. Well, I might as well be hanged for a lamb as a sheep!