So, some of you noticed the Naked Santas. Have I not blogged about that before?
When I was a kid, somewhere along the way, my Mom came across one of those Santa dolls that you are supposed to make a Santa suit. BUT, she thought his nakedness was so completely awesome that she just put him on the table as is. When I got a little older, I fashioned him a carefully grouped set of holly leaves to cover his privates. Not that he had privates, but you know. A little discretion though.
So, it became our family tradition to have a Naked Santa. When my parents divorced and I moved to my college apartment, things went this way and that way and I don't know what exactly happened to the original Naked Santa. But, the day I found mine (and then a second one as you can see) was a happy, happy day indeed.
Naked Santa lives on.