I got Santa out of his safe haven in the basement the other day...this is always one of the highlights of the Christmas season for me...the girls say, "Oh no, not the creepy Santa... get rid of that thing!" ...I don't know what it is about me but I seem to glean a sense of holiday pleasure from torturing poor souls with the little rubber faced guy! He's got an old laughing box inside of him which runs like a little record player..so this year when I got it out his record was skipping and at first not moving...A few drops of household oil in all the right places and Presto!...up to speed in no time flat!...the dogs run, the teens scatter! Now do you see why I love him so much?
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