Happy Howl-o-weenie

I do love me some deer antlers... but the parents misunderstood me. I said I wanted to EAT a reindeer, not BE a reindeer. Utterly humiliating. Does this look like the face of a feared reindeer hunter?! Mom keeps calling me "Max" and saying we should take a family Christmas photo in it. That's a great idea, Mom! I promise to help and make a few "adjustments" to the outfit so that it'll be perfect. And by perfect, I mean, missing one antler and definitely losing this dopey red nose.