Cut them to death, hang stuff on their limbs, put them in your front rooms as undead totems and call them Tannenbaum.
(Yes, resurrecting an oldie on this one. But the image is new!)
Cut them to death, hang stuff on their limbs, put them in your front rooms as undead totems and call them Tannenbaum.
(Yes, resurrecting an oldie on this one. But the image is new!)
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
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An endorsement from an adorable source:
A promo video shot by an adorable 9-year-old (yes, that’s her snickering at the end):
Wander into a house at night, trash the place, and pass out in a weird position. The next morning, tell them you’re the Elf on the Shelf.
It’s always hard to decide whether to go home for the holidays or stay with Harry at Hogwarts.
If you ever saw Rudolph’s nose, you would even say it glows. But if you’ve never seen it, I guess you can say whatever you want.
My dream job is to be Santa Claus. The guy never has to shave, eats whatever he wants and only works one day a year.
I hope we get lots of carolers this year because I’ve been making so much figgy pudding.
To everyone who says I don’t know anything about Christmas cheer, how about this one? Santa, Santa, he’s our man. If he can’t do it, no one can!
There’s no experience quite like cutting your own live Christmas tree out of your neighbor’s yard.
Cut them to death, hang stuff on their limbs, put them in your front rooms as undead totems and call them Tannenbaum.