Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

This one is for my buddy at IPS... because of a conversation we had one day about a Norse Viking named Wolfgang (classy, yet fierce) who she dances around the Christmas tree with, beer in hand. Here they are:









*Note to Megan: I was thinking of titling this post "Rockin' Amadeus"

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