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The grouch in the wild
All real events, real guests, and one real scowl. This is exactly what shows up at your door: the wreath crown, the sweater, and the attitude, softened considerably by whoever he is posing with.
Pick your grouch
Same grouch, several coats. Tell us which look you want when you book, or talk it through with him first.
The Classic. The traditional red suit, fur trim and all. Maximum grouch, formal division.The Goofy Sweater. His red and white Christmas sweater and the wreath crown. The one you have probably seen around town.The Summer Grouch. Hawaiian shirt, lei, straw hat. Built for Christmas in July and warm weather nerve.
Your theme here?
Something Custom. Planning something specific? Tell him the theme and he will scheme up a look for it.
The grand entrance. Try not to applaud, it encourages him.Yes, yes. Hello. Adore me quietly.Guest of honor, against everyone’s better judgment.DJ Grouch. Taking requests, denying most of them.Out in the wild, terrifying the retail sector.Plotting something. It is always the cookie table.Caught mid-getaway. He regrets nothing.A professional disagreement with the man in red.Teasing the guests is part of the show.Working the room at the Star Barn.A throne is just a chair that agrees with him.The big guy and I have an understanding.He poses. He complains about posing. He poses again.Dignity is seasonal.On duty at Christmas at the Star Barn Village.A wave, under protest.He does not dance. This is not dancing. Do not call it dancing.The Classic, inspecting the railway. The train passed. Barely.Off duty. Still green.Even in summer, the big guy keeps him honest.
Event photos by Alexander Sellers, Christmas at the Star Barn Village. Two more from Mr. G’s own page, used with his permission.
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