Blinged-out Jesus

As I sit here for 20 minutes facing the doom of a blinking cursor, I look up and notice a gift...

Rory has blinged out my little replica of the Rio de Janeiro Jesus statue here on my desk with a big rosey-pink plastic ring that she stores her chotchkies in.  And he looks fabulous.

The pious one inside of me prompts me to remove it, but the inner jester says no... Leave it. 

This Jesus has never looked happier. Even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like him. It’s little delights such as this that remind me... THIS is the day that the Lord hath made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.