A sure sign of Christmas in Tampaland.
In fact, as the holiday nears, the gnomes’ efforts become more aggressive. They begin promptly after Thanksgiving, secreting a couple of their pink adversaries away in the dark of each night. The fowl are hardly a match—asleep while perched on one leg and with no magic I am aware of. As weeks go by, Tampa residents awake to find these cold-blooded massacres like the one pictured. After all, the gnomes are on a desperate mission to make certain the coast is clear for their jolly boss. The northern winter chill keeps critters and humans tucked snuggly out of the way. Here, they must work extra hard to maintain clear reindeer landing areas.
While many dream of the sunshine state on bleak, cold winter days, gnomes only hope to be promoted in their later years. Snow, ice, and only the occasional lighted deer.