Merry Christmas to you and yours! Here is a quick holiday toon that I sketched up this morning. I am taking artistic license with a childhood memory:
When I was a little girl, I knew Santa was real because he always left behind his boot print in the fireplace. Of course, in my chicken world, Santa leaves behind his chicken print and also gets stuck. Life for chickens are just plain hard, I guess. LOL
I have one more Christmas story to leave with you today. One Christmas, when I was about 10, my sister and I thought we would outsmart my parents by unwrapping some of my gifts in the middle of the night and then rewrapping them. Only two problems, one is that my twin aunts, who had been staying with us, came home late from dates and caught us red-handed. My second problem was that due to the low lighting, I opened this really cool present, a bar set that makes fizzy drinks. Only problem was that the package said “Carl,” my dad’s name, and not “Carla,” which I thought I saw. Needless to say, I was really disappointed the next day when I saw my dad open it up instead of me. Serves me right, I later thought. LOL
Any childhood memories to share?
Merry Christmas!! Carla