Friday, 14 December 2012


"Bet you've forgotten my pressie again this year Dad!"
Ho, ho, ho - No, my daughter!  In the past I have given you the gift of being called Carol, so that people sing your songs every year, also in the past I gave you the gift of tenderness when I presented  you with Rudolph a baby rheindeer, and you have trained him well, he adores you.  This year I have given you the gift of generosity, to personally send to adults presents they so badly need.  Like Fag Ash Lil who needs nicotine patches to help her stop smoking.  Del & Dan who need new white niblicks to improve their golf.  Willie Eckerslike who needs another tv so that he can watch two sports at the same time, and Annie Arkwright, bless her, who needs a red and black basque for who knows what!  So now what do you say my precious daughter?
"///**!!!!!~~~xxxxx"  Translated - I wonder what excuse you'll come up with next year!!!
I have changed the ending of this tale to protect Carol Christmas's squeaky clean reputation.
The characters above are from previous posts (Meet my friends).
Remember - yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift that is why we call it the present.
Seasons greetings to you.


  1. Dear Polly - stopped by to visit and follow your blog. Your art is so whimsical - love your posts - hope you have a Merry Christmas.

    1. Thank you Debbie. Never thought of my work as being whimsical, I like that! Have a wonderful Christmas.