Yes, after making holiday treats to take to a meeting, he managed to make his return. Look how he's eying that chocolate cake with peppermint frosting! (Which I promise you looked a lot better once it was cut into squares - it was a baking disaster day - you'll have to take my word for it.)
Then he managed to sneak a ride with us to a well known Seattle brew restaurant (65 beers on tap! - my husbands idea of heaven!) and sidled right up there between our beers.
And then when we stopped to take a picture of the Troll under the Fremont Bridge in Seattle (a must see if you ever visit), he INSISTED on being in the picture and made me hold him up for the camera. I didn't bother telling him he would be NOT be the center of attention in the picture.
Okay, if you're wondering what the heck I'm talking about with this crazy little scary Santa doll, you can check it out here, here, here, here and here. OR just know that he's a family "treasure" to my husband. We found him in some family things. He dates back to 1955. He's ugly. He's scary. And he's here to stay