I found Santa Claus. You probably thought he was puttering around the North Pole, updating the naughty/nice list, and fretting about the polar ice cap. Au contraire, blog friends. He is, actually, working a flea market in Harper's Ferry, West Virginia, carrying a deadly weapon, sporting tattoos, and driving a Chevy. So many illusions shattered...
XO and Merry Christmas. In July.
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