|like this. but without the tiny arms.|
|like this. it was terrifying.|
I thought that I would continue to share my Christmas experiences with y'all, but then I heard a funny story, and have decided to share that instead.
Though I am now an 18 year old sophomore in college, I really can't help but cling to many of my childhood traditions, especially around the holidays. I'm quite confident that my sister and I will be doing our Christmas ritual until we're little old ladies. I am also quite confident that Santa Claus is a real person, and very much enjoys hanging out at the North Pole with a bunch of tiny hatted people and extra-furry deer. Though I bet he'd prefer spiced rum instead of milk.
|Or Jack Daniels|
|this is not how I picture good ol' Kris Kringle, but apparently is how my roommate saw him. maybe he had a bad experience with one or something|
|probably his Christmas tree looked like this, too|