It Escaped!

It was restless, up there, following the guys following the star. It wanted, um, faster transportation, and it found it....

After that little thrill ride, it found a sofa. Not too hard, not too soft, Just right!
Editor's note: Good job it found the car before and not after it found NScale's Panic Room. Anyway, This morning, after it had sufficiently recovered from it's late-night encounter with the Black Sheep to stagger out the door again, it moved on...
It found it's way across town. It checked the mail. It warmed itself by the fire. Well, it tried anyway--it did warm itself in this cheery, yet very quiet house.
It was tired. It wanted to lie down. Again, it found the perfect place--not to hard, not too soft--Just Right...

Until I found it, grabbed it by it's ear, and hauled it back home to it's perch, following the guys following the star.

Great White Elephant Judgement, Part II

You never know what might spark an important realisation: a work of art, a rambling breeze, a brick to the head, or even the confused ramblings of some old friend...

Anyway, a few pieces are coming together now regarding the history of the thing that lurks, and was spawned, and was revealed the night of the Great White Elephant Judgement. It was indeed spawned in a confused mind--the confused, even demented mind of Santa Claus. That explains a lot, doesn't it? This creature, a hideous collision of Ma Ingalls' dress form, a road kill reindeer, and the ten-horned beast of the Apocalypse of John, which has now been unleashed to torment many of you, now lurks, in waiting, exploring it's new surroundings, terrorizing weary travellers from the vaulted perch on which it now sits. It plots mayhem. It wishes it knew whether it is a boy or a girl. It has a name. It is...

BlitzenStein

Letting me get my hands on it was another bit of confusion. You all may want to get Santa's head examined before he fills your stockings. One mistake like this was enough.

The Great White Elephant Judgement

It lurks patiently, biding it's time. It knows all about long waits. Spawned in the twisted, or perhaps sadly misguided and very confused imagination of someone or something; mass(?)-produced in China, at a factory operated by some person who, perhaps caring more for his personal health and well-being than the wise management of his factory, didn't look too closely; packed in a box; shoved into a container; shipped across the turbulent Pacific seas; sucked into the holiday retail vortex, and spewed out upon the crowded shelves of TJMaxx,

"the [thing] passed out of knowledge and legend;

and even so much of it's history

is known now only to a few..."

And boy, if it falls into the wrong hands...