At least it’s not antlers

Cock-a-hoop when I heard my mum muttering that she couldn’t find the antlers that she tries to shame me with every Christmas.  I destroyed one set some years ago but she bought another.  Now those are lost so I believed I’d escaped the seasonal humiliation.

No chance.  She comes at me armed with a Santa hat.  I managed to evade if for a couple of days but then I caved in and let her adorn me.  She says I look quite fetching.  There’s better things I’d find fetching.  Biscuits for instance, or gravy bones.