Monday, December 25, 2006
What day is it, boy?
Every Christmas morning, I get the urge to throw open the window and shout down to the first person I see, "What day is it, boy?". Of course, this would not actually work in my neighborhood, but this year I'm traveling, and it might have worked, if there had been anyone in the street. Sigh. Well, a person can dream. A person can dream.
My Christmas present to you is a picture of a chihuahua with a gun. Yes, a chihuahua with a gun. Because nothing says Peace on Earth, and Good Will Towards all Men, better than a chihuahua with a gun.
And yes, Tiny Tim did not die, and Scrooge became like a second father to him, and the very next Christmas he sent away to Mexico and was able to give Tiny Tim the thing he desired most in the world, a chihuahua with a gun.