So it is "that time of year", and - unchurched as I am - I can't dodge hard enough to avoid the reason for the season.
Presents!
In my younger days I labored like a galley slave over the worktable making hand-drawn Christmas cards even though I cared little enough for the day itself.
Well...I'm like anyone else and like the pretty lights and music and the overall feeling of happy anticipation that surrounds the commercial Western Christmastime we've invented since breaking out of the old winter-solstice/dead-of-winter religious holiday binds.
But I'm barely tolerant of religion in general, and Christmas the holiday has become such a grotesque parody of the notions put forward in the Christian literature as to be almost hypocritical.
So I realized at some point that it was ridiculous to put that much work into something stanning a thing I barely cared about. So, I just stopped.
The one thing I kept on with was doing hand-drawn wrapping paper.
That was quick and fun, and was more entertaining than trying to come up with a single card idea. I could knock out a dozen of these little cartoons and they'd actually be of some use for the real reason for the season - loot!
Being retired has given me time to return to this old December tradition.
Drachma the Cat always takes a licking on these. Well, all the pets do; they're cute and easy to work into a vaguely holiday-esque sort of image.
I'm a huge Gojira fanboi, so of course the Big Green had to make an appearance:
In case it's too small to read, the off-stage voice is saying: "You'll never fit down that (the chimney). You know that, right?" to which Gojira politely disagrees ("Shut the fuck up").
Of course My Bride has to make a cameo as Miss Debra The School Secretary:
She's also thinking about a trip to Scotland this coming summer, where she hopes to take a short course on dry-stone walling, so here she is meeting one of the locals:
Of course there are kiddos, so the Girl showed up having grown up quite a bit:
The Boy...mmmm, maybe not so much:
My Bride's comment was: "A bit too on-point, hmmm?"
Yeah. Well, he is what he is.
Well, that's the first hint of KrisKringlism for 2022. Tomorrow I am due back up in Goble to freeze my ass off testing fucking trench backfill. It'll be bloody awful fucking freezing, and I hope that'll be it for the year, but we'll see.
Hope you and yours are looking forward to a peaceful and happy Christmas season.
Whatever you may believe in.
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