Regrets come after the tree crashes down.
I’m tired, Christmas is over, and I’ve got work tomorrow. That’s life after all the celebrations. I don’t know about you guys, but imbibing too much eggnog and sugary treats has its comeuppance the next day. I just want to sleep until next Christmas, but I guess it’s time to get ready for the New Year’s.
The best gifts are edible.
Well, Christmas is almost done as I’m writing this. Have you gotten everything you wanted this year? If not, did you have a good time? I’d trade all of my gifts for being with family and having a peaceful night, but I don’t have to. It’s been another good holiday, and I hope you’re all feeling the same.
It…it was a hungry Christmas.
…I apologize for the dark joke right before Christmas. But that’s the quintessential Pirate! If you’re going to eat meat, what’s the difference between mouse and cow? Hygiene, probably.
Anyways, hope your Christmas shopping is going well! Watch out for the crowds and…let the mice live.
‘Tis the season to be lazy…
I like Christmas. I really do. But when it comes to getting a Christmas tree and decorating it…that’s why I have family.
Seriously, if it were just me I’d print out a picture of a tree and stare at it. Well, I’d probably look up a picture of a tree. Really, I’m just in it for the eggnog and presents. Mostly the eggnog. It’s good stuff!
Cloudy Christmas is better than wet Christmas.
…Oops. In my defense, I draw a new picture every day. I just…forget to upload them. I blame it on drinking too much eggnog, even though I don’t add alcohol to mine. Well, sorry about that — I’ll post another picture today as well.
Frostbite is Christmas’s way of saying hi.
What temperature do you set your thermostat at? Me, I set it just below 70 degrees Fahrenheit. I like the coldness, and it saves quite a bit on gas. But I have to admit, I’m thinking of turning up the heat with this snow.
Also, not sure I mentioned it, but I run barefoot. Not a good idea at the moment. Well, at least it looks like winter at last!
Just admire it in silence.
I saw snow today. About three flakes. That’s still good, but let’s have more. Just…no songs. Please.
How’s Santa gonna travel in this?
It’s raining outside. I kid you not, a fully-fledged rainstorm in December. That just seems wrong.
If we get a rainy Christmas I’m going to be very upset. I really hope the Paris climate change agreements go forward, because if it doesn’t, I’m going to start throwing coal at people on the street.
Thus began the Christmas Carol massacre.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve grown to hate Christmas carols the longer I’ve been alive. And no offense — especially in American supermarkets.
I can’t tell you how painful it is to hear the same songs on repeat over…and over…and over…until all you want to do is destroy Christmas like the Grinch.
The worth of a gift is relative to the happiness it brings. You could buy her socks, or give her jewelry, but what makes Pirate really happy is an apple. Well, she’s easy to shop for at least.
To be fair, it’s a nice apple.
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