The wrapping paper is everywhere, the kids have hit the sledding hills, and the big pile of presents has officially dwindled down to nothing. Santa really outdid himself this year!
The Natural Mans have spent the day in a prime viewing spot—right on the mantel. It’s a bit like "Elf on the Shelf," but with more personality (and fewer creepy eyes). They’ve had a front-row seat to all the Christmas morning chaos, and they’ve loved every second of their holiday vacation.
But as much as we’ve enjoyed the festivities, we’re starting to miss the Asylum. There’s a certain camaraderie—a brotherhood of clay, if you will—that you just can’t find anywhere else. We’re heading home tomorrow, and while we know at least one of the guys back at the shop is going to be "pissed off" that he didn't get to come along, we’re ready to get back to the underground.
Merry Christmas to everyone back at the Asylum and to all of you following along! We’ll see you soon.
