I know I should keep posting Christmas ephemera, but I feel like taking a little left turn today. I might fit some more Christmas something in later today.
Instead, I want to marvel at the brilliance of the only sculpture on the moon: Fallen Astronaut.
The sculpture is among the most touching, beautiful efforts of commemoration that I've ever heard of. One of the astronauts worked in advance to find as light-weight, hideable tribute to his fallen comrades (some of whom were actual, Soviet comrades - brotherhood knows no political bounds). He managed to sneak the sculpture up TO THE MOON, and then he and his fellow astronauts had to distract mission control long enough to set up a make-shift memorial.
I love the moon. I love the idea that we as a species walked on the moon. I desperately want us to get back to the moon.
More info about Fallen Astronaut on Wikipedia and at the Smithsonian.