Creepy Santa

This is Creepy Santa. He's got to go into the Christmas box today and I'm sure Bug will be heartbroken. Look at the guy:

He's crusty and strange looking. Down-right scary if you ask me. Especially if it was dark and he popped up next to your bed while you were sleeping or something. Or say, it was nighttime and the doorbell rang and when you opened the door, it was just him standing on the doorstep. FREAKY, right?!

He was rescued from a bag of Goodwill-bound Christmas decorations given to me by my dear friend S (who is getting so much mention in these posts, she'll ever after be referred to as dfS).

dfS gets rid of a lot of stuff. I am the fortunate beneficiary of such stuff. For instance, I've acquired furniture, art, dishes, and, oddly, lots of chickens from her. I love hand-me-downs. The icing on the cake for me is that dfS has good, expensive (or expensive-looking) taste. Yet this Creepy Santa baffles me. He is neither good, nor expensive, nor expensive-looking, but he was in the bag along with the rest of the good, expensive and expensive-looking decorations. Bug would beg to differ. He charmed her at first sight. To her, Creepy Santa is exceptionally good and worthy of rescue! They have become inseparable. She stands him on her bathroom counter so he can watch her brush her teeth. He's been to Save Mart, Target and Costco with us. I'm sure if I let her, he'd be a bath toy too.

They'll be reunited in less than 12 months. But today will be a sad day for Bug and Creepy Santa.