Yes. We name our heads. And yes, at the holidays we gussy them up. We found Denver at our favorite architectural salvage store in Kansas City. He was shot in Colorado Springs, but that doesn't make much of a name, so Denver was born. This year he looks out over the apartment grandly donning a wreath of pine, lights and turkey feather "arrows" (I cut up wild turkey feathers). He looks a bit like an ornament on a Black Forest cuckoo clock.
Michael Gregory came from junk shop on the side of the road in Rhinebeck a few years back. The boy Michael Gregory (of Thanskgiving/glasses fame) was along for the trip and the deer was named in his honor.
Lachlan came from Los Angeles (via ebay). I had him delivered to my office and he arrived in a box that could've fit the bottom half of a refrigerator, filled to the brim with packing peanuts. I opened this explosion and caused a styrofoam storm in my office. Digging, digging, digging, I finally came to his nose, just in time for all my coworkers to come in. They screamed. For them, I may as well have left a severed horse head in one of their beds. I've been considered highly eccentric since that day...and Lachlan's always been regal, especially in his bow tie.