When 7 Dogs Became 7 Reindeers- Day 16

“Cath… CATH!!!” My Uncle Tom screamed as she started slapping lots of glue over his face.

“It’s only the 16th of December!!! I don’t do the parade until the 24th!”

Pausing momentarily, you could visibly see Aunty Cath work out how she was going to respond. She had a weird habit of muttering to herself under her breathe, and forgetting other people could hear.

“Silly man. If it doesn’t fall off in 8 days, then it definitely won’t fall off!” Uncle Tom, just rolled his eyes and let her carry on…. Judging by the amount of glue, that beard was definitely not going anywhere.