Happy Holidays!

It started with a knock at the screen door: "...come on out and see me in my glory," said Santa.


"It's all about me," said Santa. "Come back later," said Santa. I did not know why.


Suddenly, Santa has to share the stage.


A very brown man, probably a jazz musician, dropped by and just sort of hung out.


Peter O'Toole quit drinking years ago but still sees penguins.


Baby Jesus was just a fetus, stuck in Santa's sack...


This will have to do...

You don't go to the War on Christmas with the icons you want--you go to the War on Christmas with the icons you have!

Peace to all!

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