Last week I mentioned how I regretted not stopping at Santa's Land Office on Rt. 93 (which is apparently in a town called Santa Claus, AZ--go figure).
Well, I realized that I had to pass right by it again on the way back to Las Vegas, so I made sure to stop this time.
I think the barbed wire really makes the experience.
Not sure if Santa purposely hung this stocking here in an attempt to spruce up the place, or if he accidentally got tangled up in it (we'll assume the former).
So that's what he stores in his shed. Funny, I would have thought toy making supplies.