For several weeks my mother has been asking me if a certain package from Gumps has arrived... ooooohhh... Gumps! As we all know, they have really excellent stuff. Excellent stuff is always welcome in my home.
The package arrived on Sat., a little late for Christmas, but when you are about to rip open a battered UPS box of Christmas cheer, what difference does a week make??
Here it is.
Do you think he was cuter in the catalogue photo? Like a model who has had her cellulite erased, her boobs enhanced and her skin unblemished to creamy perfection all thanks to the marvel that is Photo-Shop? Because, my mom is cute and has cute things and there is no way, if she had seen the evil that is this Santa, that she would have sent him to the very home where her precious grandbabies reside.
The only good thing about this creepy-devil Santa is, as the holidays are over, and, seeing as we have un-decked our halls, Santa is going back in his box and out to the garage where he will be locked in a large bin... a bin from which he cannot escape and therefore will not be able to steal our breath while we sleep.