Saturday, December 19, 2015
All I want for Christmas is a chance to possess your soul.
Jamie kept dropping hints about Scary Doll returning to her childhood and wondering aloud about the way she "still believes." It didn't take me long to realize that one of our many Santas were somehow involved, and sure enough, I discovered here there, perched upon Drunk Santa's beanbaggish lap, confessing her sins and worming her evil intentions into his jolly underbelly. Hope he has what it takes to resist while I plot for a new hidey hole.