Santa came to visit the kids at Spencer's school. I prepaid for Spencer to have his picture taken with him while I was at work. This was risky for a number of reasons, most importantly being that I didn't get to preapprove what this particular Santa looked like. Had I known the good people of the North Pole were going to send a coked-up-lives-in-a-van-down-by-the-river-Santa, I might not have prepaid.
Oh well, at least Spencer looks cute.
Not as cute as he looked when he was 3 months old,
but definitely cuter than when he was 15 months old.
He also looks more comfortable than when he was 2-years, 3 months, although this is far and away the most authentic-I'm-not-addicted-to-illegal-drugs-Santa.
P.S. Jess did indeed find me in the picture in the previous post. Give me your address, Jess, and a certificate is on the way.
3 comments:
OMG- that is one creepy Santa. Poor Spencer.
Hahaha. You made me laugh out loud. That Santa is just gross.
Former hippie, cracked out, nasty santa. EWWWW!
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