IT IS NOVEMBER FIRST WHICH MEANS IT IS CHRISTMAS TIME
Get in the sleigh ladies we’re goin out CAROLING. Rudolph didn’t save that one foggy Christmas Eve with his glowy nose so we could sleep on THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY. Catch me at the Thanksgiving dinner table in this exact Santa hat and when my mom suggests politely that maybe it’s too soon to go full Santa I will scream that it is her fault for literally RAISING ME ON A CHRISTMAS TREE FARM.




























