This year’s Christmas comic is originally from Christmas of 2007, the first year I drew the comic. I officially didn’t launch the comic until January 1st, 2008, but I did a few dozen odd comics in 2007 and they are forever locked in the vault as they are that bad. The only saving grace of these vaulted comics is the Christmas comic that was written with a great deal of help from my editor. I am not much of writer and she was not only exceptionally talented, but very patient with me and my horrendous grasp of the English language.
So this year I’ve completely redrawn the comic giving it a much better look as well as updated poses in most of the panels. My editor is no longer with me as she’s moved on to other things in her life, but her contributions in the first five years of the comic are unmistakably the only reason the comic is as good as it was back then. Without her encouragement I would have given up in the first year. So a big thank you and hugs to her.
So, anyway, Happy Holidays to all of you no matter what holiday your celebrate, or none at all. See you in 2022!
Good shortened version, Merry Christmas !!
Merry Christmas to you too!
Thank you for the night before Christmas both Santa Claus coke cola reference and tiny reindeer. In North America they are caribou found in the Canadian arctic, shield and a herd in Maine vestige of the last ice age. The coke cola remind me of local corner stores which have the old Santa Claus with a bottle of coke cola. Incidentally it’s fun to do sexy Santa in bright red mini dress matching panties and black boots handing candy canes at a queer Christmas party even the cliquish show good will. Since you live far away and their is still covid. I’ll give the next best thing to a sexy Santa with candy cane lipstick good will with comfort and joy. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. At least the red dress doesn’t get soil or hear snide “I can see your underware” nor do I fall from the chimney and break a silky smooth leg.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you too! And yes, no falling down chimneys and breaking legs. 🙂
“Woke last night to the sound of thunder…in the john I sat and wondered…started eating a can from 1962…ain’t it funny how the night moves…when you think of how much crap you’ve got to lose…”
Ha! Nice one!
Just a little something I worked out a few years ago…