Is that a bag of plastic meat?
Yes. Yes, it is.
And...why do you have a bag of plastic meat in your desk drawer?
Oh, no reason, really.
The relatively-short version of the story:
I come from a big family. A really, really big family. As in dozens of first cousins big family. It's rare that we all get together anymore, because we are now far-flung across the country. But when groups of us get together, it's always a good time. Usually these days that means a wedding for one of my cousins, or Grandma's 90th birthday party, or something like that. But there is always a big family Christmas party, and everyone who can come shows up.
It's been a couple years since we've been able to make it to the family Christmas party, but those events are some of my favorite memories. We are a big enough group that we can't meet in someone's home; we usually rent a church and take over. We have a big meal and reminisce and have the little ones (great-grandkids now!) open gifts. We usually share stories and have talent shows and put on skits and play silly games and we almost always have a war with balled-up wrapping paper. We read the Story from Luke 2 and sing Christmas carols and just enjoy being together as a family.
It's a good time.
And the connection? Why is this weird bag of plastic meat in my desk drawer?
It was a prize from a crazy game at a family Christmas party, of course!
C'mon...don't you have weird stuff in your desk for no apparent reason?