Every year I hope this little fellow will get eaten by the other Christmas decorations while stored away for the next year.
No such luck.
Each year Ian unpacks it and places it next to my chair in the living room so I can see it's creepy face day after day.
My first sight of him this year was on the coffee table.
Later on, I saw him on the kitchen counter while I was unloading the dishwasher.
When I saw him staring at me from the table beside my chair in the living room I knew something was up.
Ian said he and the children have a pact for it to follow me everywhere I go.
I've started taking pictures of all the places he's showing up and told Ian I was going to blog them all.
He said I should plan to be taking a lot of pictures.
I don't have the heart to get rid of it... apparently he had this when he was a kid.
So, I'll hope - as I do every year - that he'll just magically fall off the shelf and break.
Knowing my Ian, he'd patiently glue each piece back together just so I wouldn't miss out on the creepy Santa elf experience next year.
Oh lucky me.