So I am putting up the tree just minding my own business when I keep hearing the scatter of little feet, some hiccuping, and some rather vulgar cat calls. I’d like to also add that I am on the ladder (we have a 9ft tree), and almost fell flat on my face as I turned around to see this guy on my bar:
Not only did he apparently find the alcohol, but also some beads in which he wanted me to “earn”. His name, for those that don’t know, is Rocky. He is our naughty elf that visits every year around Christmas.
Last year he almost ended up in the back of a cop car for molesting the cop car. It was so embarrassing.
Wonder what shenanigans he will pull tonight while I sleep!?