Thursday, December 10, 2009
Okay, his body’s shaped like a magical reindeer dropping rather than a bowl full of jelly. Plus, his blue button eyes are dazed and confused instead of twinkling. And the promise in the original pattern that he could sit or stand is a complete lie. All this Santa can do on his own is flop over backward.
But I still love him!
And I’ve found the perfect home for him.
To see Santa-poo’s permanent residence:
My front door!
Doesn’t he look adorable, straddling my Christmas wreath like his life depended on it? I’m sure my neighbours will in no way question my sanity.
Well, no more than usual.
Hey, let’s admire Santa-poo close up!
Too close! Too close!
My goodness, Santa-poo looks extremely wide awake. I hope he isn’t a coffee addict.
Although, you probably don’t need coffee to perk you up when you’re perched on pine needles. Which is a good thing, because we all know what happens to Santas who drink too much coffee!
Stick to milk and cookies, Santa-poo!