When you dress me up like this the TERRORISTS WIN.
You can't be Santa, I'm Santa.
I certainly am not related to Grumpy Cat Santa.
I swear I had only one roll-around in the catnip.
Bubba, the spare reindeer.
Hohoho, very funny. I lick your toothbrush.
What do you mean Santa flew off in the sleigh
without me and Rudolph here?
I thought it was a Tootsie Roll!
It's 7,000 miles back to the North Pole. I need a nap.
When I close my eyes, does it make
the tea party go away?
And then I learned through my LinkedIn
connections about an opening as an elf, and
I thought how tough can it be?
h/t for some captions to Miss Love.
I'm exhausted after battling Christmas all year.