So I am putting up the tree, just minding my own business, when I keep hearing the patter of little feet, some hiccuping, and some rather vulgar catcalls. I’d like to also add that I am on the ladder (we have a 9 ft tree), and I 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 that 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 causing mischief with it. It was so embarrassing.
Wonder what shenanigans he will pull tonight while I sleep!?
And he went for the Everclear! (What kind of drinks are the Carlsons making anyway?) Better watch it, he might burn your house down with that stuff!
LOL I have no idea why we even have that. All I can think of is it is leftover from who knows when Jerry make trashcan punch last. The last time he made that was 7 years ago, and if that’s the case it has moved to 3 different states lol.