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:
Hey, check out the sweater!!
A last
minute gift suggestion for the friend who truly has everything--a
broad-spectrum antibiotic----B. C. (& fishducky)
