This post is a compilation of stuff from my Christmas posts of 2012-2014 with an extra helping of brand new cartoons!!
We no longer Christmas shop for our family. I got old & tired of fighting my way through department store crowds to get that “perfect” gift, only to be told that it was the wrong size or asked if it came in another color. Now everyone gets something personal—a personal check! It’s never too small, although I’m sure they wouldn’t mind something larger. It can be cashed for everyone’s favorite color—money green! We do try to be inventive, though—one year we put them inside balloons, which we used to decorate the house.
In 1979, when I wrote this, it was meant to be a joke just for Bud because I was tired of getting Xmas newsletters that said my husband was just elected God or my child just turned 6 & he's already Phi Beta Kappa. It's based on truth, as most humor is. Nameless was studying in Europe, Matt was at Northridge & worked for a sewer company. The “chunnel” (the tunnel across the English Channel) had not yet been built--I don’t know if it had even been planned at the time. Blake had just gotten his driver's license. General Motors was doing a lot better than they are now & we did buy a treadmill--also, we had a dog, Pepi. Bud liked it so much we sent it out with our cards. After receiving it, a friend told me that her husband asked her how I could brag like that. I liked her simple explanation: “It’s satire, stupid!”
Here's a very different Christmas dance:
And some different Christmas songs
from Richard & Sandy Riccardi:
And the Drifters:
A last minute gift suggestion for the friend who truly has everything--a broad-spectrum antibiotic----B. C. (& fishducky)