Sung to the tune of Hall and Oats, “Private Eyes”:
“Santa Claus is watching you, he sees your every move.
Santa Claus is watching you,
Is stalking you, stalking you, stalking you, STALKING YOU!”
I was just sitting there minding my own business when this plush elf starting getting frisky with me.
And then I stood up to capture my full length shot, and the creeper went right for my ankles. Thankfully, I kicked him into the living room where Teddy tackled him and sat on his head for a while.
Maybe he was just upset at the shrunken head on a stick my mom was displaying in the dining room.
Skirt: Burlington Coat Factory
White Shirt: last relic of my Gap fashion days
Navy Shirt: Old Navy
Tights: (which you can’t see because of my boots and the crazy Santa) are these awesome cranberry tights I got as a gift this Christmas
Boots: Same old, same old.
Santas: My mom’s ginormous collection. Since we didn’t get to visit around Christmas due to Fulton’s illness, she kept her display up for us to see this weekend. The kids loved it and I was only slightly traumatized.
Be sure to ride this crazy train back over to Fine Line and Purple for more fashion and less creepy Santas.