My mother had a wonderfully absurd sense of humor, so when she saw this, uh holiday octopus, at a garage sale several years ago, she knew she had to have it. Actually she knew she had to give it to me because the thing is hideous and what better way to spread holiday joy than by giving ugly things to your adult child that hates everything?
He was our tree topper that year and the next year, then I wrapped him up and sent him back to her with a story about how the Spirit of Christmas Octopus came to be. The next year, she sent him to my sister, and so began a tradition of sharing the Spirit of Christmas Octopus. He has logged many miles over the years, his yarn is thinning and he's lost an eye, but not his spirit.
|The Spirit of Christmas Octopus on the fuel tank.|
He may or may not be trying to huff diesel.
|The Spirit of Christmas Octopus as hood ornament.|
Freightliner should use this in their ads.
|The Spirit of Christmas Octopus on the steering wheel.|
Good thing we're parked, his eye is not even looking
at the road.
|Jas wanted to |
She hates Christmas. Apparently.
May the Spirit of Christmas Octopus be with you.