Before the Xmas holiday goes the way of the leftover turkey, I thought I'd shoot the pics of the caganero behind the nativity scene at our neighborhood bar. It's kind of like shooting a foto of Sasquatch. Now you see him, now you don't.
So there on the corner of the fireplace, is a thatch of forest moss and little holy figurines. And if you look behind the action, you might spy a Catalan completing the eternal cycle of life.
This must be the Hasbro? variant.
The lad is ready for his close up, Mr. DeMille:
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