Here’s how preoccupied I’ve been with finishing my next novel — somebody at my house helped Edgar get ready to celebrate Christmas, and I only noticed it today.
Oh, and I had to climb on a stool to photograph him. He not only managed to get a stocking cap on, he got himself on the top of a tall bookshelf, from where he’s staring down at us like The Raven.
lying for a living 
Well, no wonder he’s looking peeved. You didn’t get him anything from Amontillado? :>)
Good one, Rich.
Nice pompom there, Ed.
With half a bottle gone, I’m surprised Edgar didn’t end up on the chamber’s floor.
Nevermore.
At the risk of ending up on the floor of a Pit looking up at a descending blade, does anyone else think that Edgar somehow looks French in the picture?
I think this statue is patterned after his very brief, but highly-acclaimed, Charlie Chan/mime/Kabuki period.
Po’ fella.
As the Pointy Haired Boss from Dilbert once said, “Let’s blame the mimes. They won’t talk!”