I kicked off the Christmas season by littering my fall decor with a new addition to my Christmas crap. My sister instantly hated him. Maybe it was the jingling bell I followed her around TJ Maxx with round it's neck? Maybe it was the jovial look on the creatures face?
Probably not. It's more than likely because I don't know what sound a llama makes and I ad-libbed. Not well revived. They don't groan or baa.
I've also already found Clarence on the floor twice. Turk has it out for him as well. And his name shall be called Clarence.