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Creepier Than the Elf on a Shelf
December 3, 2013
I am glad the Elf on a Shelf was not a thing when I was a kid. A spy in my house watching me and reporting back to Santa every night and then getting into some sort of mischief in the house while I slept (who’s reporting to Santa on all the Shelf Elf shenanigans, hmm?)—no thank you.
I found something worse than the EoaS in my mom’s basement last weekend: this clown. I don’t know where it came from or why she has it. I do know I don’t like the way it’s looking at me or reaching out with its oversized mitten hand.
On this date in 2012: Getting Better
2007 through 2011: No entry
2006: Eye Candy is Better Than No Candy at All
2005: No entry
2004: Catching Up, Again
2003: Bad Logo on the Rise
2002: Winter
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4 Comments
December 3rd, 2013 at 7:32 pm
oh my, that thing is freaky looking!
December 3rd, 2013 at 8:50 pm
That looks like the beginning of an old Twilight Zone episode!
December 3rd, 2013 at 10:50 pm
This is the sort of creepy thing that gives clowns a bad reputation! (Says the former clown…)
December 5th, 2013 at 7:28 pm
One of my scrapping friend’s husbands has an entire room in their home dedicated to clown dolls. I’ve never had the nerve to visit it.