Some people think I collect Santas. I don't. I collect cute, adorable, "gotta'-have-it" Santas.
Picked this guy up in Alaska. Couldn't resist him; his bell really rings. One...
This Santa's hat is wired and can be twisted any which way. Two...
Skinny, wooden, four-foot Santa. Three...
Love the corduroy suit and buttons! Four...
Big fat three-footer. Five...
Yes, even in the bathroom. Six...
I know, these aren't Santas. But they're the perfect piano topper!
This Santa is so woodsy and rugged. I love his blue eyes and detailed beard! Seven...
This sparkly guy is even a bobble head! Eight...
With Mrs. Clause. Nine...
Just stinkin' cute! Ten...
No Santas here.
Eleven, twelve... (small one is from Germany)
This one has adjustable height anywhere from two to four feet! Thirteen...
Fourteen...
Another fat three-footer (I have three of these). Fifteen...
Sixteen...
This "baker" Santa has a chalkboard to display today's holiday menu. Seventeen...
Not a Santa; just a reindeer.
Final fat three-footer. EIGHTEEN!