Every year when I decorate the tree I always have to hang this little fellow. To my eyes he is the ugliest thing...more like a troll than an elf. It was probably this little guy that started my discomfort with elves and eventually leprechauns and scarecrows. It was a gift from a school Christmas party but it was supposed to be the adorable Santa that I carefully selected. When I came home with this I was in tears. But my mom...oh yeah...that wonderful women tried so hard to make me feel better. So each year..I hang this on the tree for my Mom...though it is in the bowels of the tree...it is always there.
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