I originally drew this a dozen years ago during another economic slow-down. These things happen in cycles.
Cartoon of a boy on Santa Claus’ lap. Boy says, “If I confess stuff, will I get more loot?”
Something about Santa and his throne has always made me uneasy. It felt more like a confession booth to me. I was sure he would penetrate the deep, dark places of my soul and find a reason not to give me that souped up Batmobile!
It has been warm for an Indiana Christmas. I was able to put the Christmas lights on the house and wear a short-sleeve shirt. This time, my kids didn’t have to wait for me. You know how impatient they get!
Caption reads: “Get Dad! Tell him I’m sorry I started putting up Christmas lights without him and I could really use his help!”