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Post-Christmas Elimination

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An Alternative Perspective on Santa

Merry Christmas!

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

Terrible Surprise

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The Week Before Christmas – A Poem

‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house

My mother was calling my poor dad a louse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

But the presents weren’t wrapped, some weren’t even there.

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

My parents were frazzled, too much in their heads.

Mamma was shopping online for more crap,

And daddy was holding a dog in his lap.

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

Dad sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the window Mom flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When what to their wondering eyes should appear,

But raccoons in the garbage looking for beer.

 

With a little masked face, so lively and quick,

They knew in a moment it wasn’t St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his claws and hands came,

His throwing the garbage made my parents insane.

 

My mom shouted loudly “I’ve had it this Christmas.”

My dad yelled right back – “You’re much too ambitious.

Go online right this minute, we’ll buy gift cards for all.

They can buy what they want, we’ll skip lines at the mall!”

 

“You don’t think we’re cheating?” Mom asked as she bristled.

“I don’t think so at all” Dad proclaimed with dismissal.

Then I heard them exclaim as they turned out the lights.

Happy Christmas to us, it will all be alright!

Santa’s Favorite Reindeer

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Our First Christmas With Max

We adopted Max the end of March, a beautiful four year old Italian Greyhound. He’s a southern boy from Kentucky and has not adapted well to the cold weather. Since he’s from the south, he’s never had to wear clothes to keep warm, so every time we dress him, he refuses to move. Therefore, it was relatively easy to get these pictures of Max dressed up for the holidays. Enjoy – I guarantee Max didn’t!

This is how Santa would look if he was an Italian Greyhound

With a beard…

Max is secure enough in his masculinity to don a Christmas tree outfit that looks like a dress

Don’t worry Max, we won’t ever mount your head.

A bunny sweater that looks suspiciously like a deer.

Santa’s little helper.

I would like to thank Max for his sacrifice. He was (and is) a good boy.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

 

Visions of Sugar Plums

It took years for her therapist to get that vision out of Edna’s head

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