Merry Christmas 2017!

Today's the day we lay down our arms and say it, you guys. 

Merry Christmas!

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Yep, annual throwback. Merry Christmas, everyone!

A Visit from St. Nicholas (with art by Mayor Gia)

By Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

That is a lie.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

Now he's just bragging.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

  

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! And if you need more Mayor Gia Christmas, check out the oldie but goodie Nativity Story !

Hanukkah!

I saw Boyfriend this weekend, where he continued to wage his war on Christmas (you know, by being Jewish).

I know that he's Jewish, of course. I just usually keep things pretty Christmassy around here. 

I'm woke. Or something. 

At least I'm honest. 

Anyway, this year we brought a bit more Hanukkah to the holidays. 

Hankkah prezzies, not Christmas prezzies. See the difference??

Happy Hanukkah to all my Jewish friends out there!

First Snow

Many of my east coast readers were in the same boat this weekend:

KITTY DOESNT LIKE THE COLD, YOU GUYS. 

Ok, maybe the weather wasn't that bad where I live. But it WAS somewhat unexpected and DEFINITELY mildly inconvenient. Boo winter.

Dream Crusher

So, this happened last week:

Poor Boyfriend. 

What could be the cause, you ask?

Honestly I know I usually draw animals WAY too big but I think I made these guys too small. They're HUGE. The gray one might be an ocelot. 

Boyfriend's monster cats. The cuddliest, cutest monster cats in the world. Do you guys sleep with pets? Kitty sleeps with me in the winter when she's not being a total bitch when she's in the mood. 

It's Time.

Hello friends. Today I have a secret to share. 

seriously what a small, pathetic man. 

TA-DAAAAAA!

Yep, that's me. Blogger hero extraordinaire. *takes bow* 

Happy Thanksgiving 2017!

Ok, if you've been around here for awhile, you've definitely seen this post before. However, I still love it, so here you go. Enjoy!

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In 16somethingsomething, a bunch of Pilgrims came to America.

Yay, religious tolerance! How nice!

They brought supplies with them to get through the first winter in America.

They were in trouble.  But then the pilgrims met the natives.

The pilgrims didn’t really understand the native people or their ways.

The pilgrims were also kind of jerks.

Things started to look pretty bleak for the pilgrims. Until...

The native americans shared their harvest, and the pilgrims survived.

 And they were super grateful. For a solid five minutes.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!