Creepy Santa

The year is 1961.  My husband is 6 months old and his Great Grand Dad gives my Mother-in-law some money to buy a gift for Davey.  She buys him this Santa doll and that begins the tradition of Creepy Santa.  Side note:  Is that not the cutest little boy you've ever seen?  That second photo is when he was a year and a half.  I LOVE the outfits his mother put him in.

He sat under their Christmas tree every year until we were married.  Why he wasn't given to Dave when he was married before I don't know.  So, he has set under our tree ever since we built this house.  8 years.  6 years under the tree actually and 2 on the bookshelf next to the tree because Clover really wants to chew him to bits and I don't blame her.

I recently found one like him on eBay and am waiting for him to arrive in the mail.  God knows why I want two of those damn things because I swear that thing gets up and walks around the house while we're sleeping.  He stands at the end of our bed and may or may not try to smother me on occasion. 

Brown Eyed Man thinks that we need two of them so each kid can have one when he's dead.  Who gets the original and who gets the "new" one?  Who will even know except me?  When the "new" one comes I'm going to do a test and see if Brown Eyed Man can tell the difference.

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