These unassuming Christmas decor are part of a long standing Day Family tradition. The “kissing Sanata’s” appear every year. But not in my household first, but that of my hubby. The little darling angel of a boy would take the Sanata’s from their perch.
Where the would be smoootching just so. . .
And off the would go. One
Until they found their next “obvious” spot.
And then the game would reset.
I’ve been waiting practically waiting days for them to travel. But the lovely couple has staid put. Take that Philadelphia. The kids are need to explore.
Come find us!!!!