back in like… idek what grade, sometime in elementary school, we all got these painted wooden hanging santa clauses from… idr who. i think it was one of the really old maintenance guys, but i’m not positive. anywaaay, for some incredibly insane reason that idek, i’ve kept it and have had in hanging in my room ever since. and now, i’m just chilling in my room in the wee hours of this thursday morning, when suddenly i look up and ITS STARING AT ME! santa is staring at me and i’m legitimately freaking out. why the fuck am i so crazy? all i can think about now is why the HELL did the old maintenance guy at st. mary’s randomly give us all these hanging santas? why WHY WHY? and like… they’re hand painted. which means he sat and painted all these santas for us. whyyy?

its just. fucking. weird.