Don't you love people who are still talking about Christmas in January? That's me today.
Back to Minnesota...
On Christmas Day, it snowed on and off all day. We spent the day at my aunt JoAnn's...with all of this family. This is my Mom's side.
We ate until we couldn't shovel in another bite.
Then, this guy showed up.
My sister, Erica, was always scared of him. I couldn't wait until Grandma would get him down from the attic.
Just to see if Santa still bothered my sister, I sent her a picture text of the little guy in the red suit.
This sparked a conversation, creepy, or not?
What do you think?
A little creepy, perhaps.
Living in the attic.
Sounds like somebody's family.
Not mine, of course.