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Here are a few more pics from the "Santa wants a brand new sleigh, he's sick of scooping up after the reindeer" photoshoot.
I had gone up to the Jersey Shore to attend one of NJTom's famous Christmas parties, make some new friends and spread the joy of S2000 ownership to all who would listen (turns out that with enough alcohol anyone will).
Anyway, little did I know what Tom had in mind for me when I awoke the next morning with a wonderful hangover....Look here!!!
So I suited up, sans Santa's pants (of course, got a rep to uphold), dropped the top and I started modeling for a man who is no doubt a deciple of Annie Leibowitz.
As we were finishing up, one of Tom's neighbors came driving up in her Odyssey and was shouting, "WAIT....I have to get my three year-old. She'll get a kick out of this." She runs in her house and carries out the most precious, sleepy, shy little girl. She brings her daughter up to my door (careful not to scuff what little paint I have left on it) and prods her to tell me what she wants for Christmas.
I dropped my voice a few more octaves (and I felt my achey head rattle) and asked, "What would you like for Christmas little girl." She meekly replied, "I want puppies."
Inside I was like, "awwwwww," but before I said anything I needed Mom's take on the puppies (that's plural) thing. She knowing smiled and I replied, "If you've been VERY good this year, I'll see what I can do." She leaned over and hugged me (again, not scuffing the car) and Mom thanked me profusely.
So once again, I bring joy. The car brings joy. Kids get puppies. I get asprin to cure my pounding head.
I was laughing, too 