Who's stuff is supposed to go where, who's stocking is who's, the Elf has to go away and the Reindeer leaves with Santa. Don't forget the reindeer eat their carrots and Santa has to eat all of his cookies and drink his milk....
...it's too much pressure I can't take it!
Can we at least put names on the stockings, I'm 50 #%$*@ 4 years old!!!
I'm two stiff cocktails into dinner and just learned the wife didn't buy wrapping paper.. So instead of drunk wrapping a present I'll be drunk building one instead.
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