Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for December 24, 2012

Do we really have to say anything…?

to bad Don and Pat couldn’t have come up with a better story line. this is usually one my our favorite strips…not this one though.

I’ve long wondered about the tradition of leaving cookies and milk out for Santa. The cookies are fine but won’t the milk go bad, sitting out at room temperature for hours?

if you don’t believe - you get underwear!!!

The little beast shouldn’t get anything at all.

until you find out that “santa” has a potty mouth trying to assemble that damn bike during the night. or, that “santa” doesn’t like milk and cookies, because of his lactose intolerance and his diabetes.

I still want to see Clem’s guardian angel watching Clem and Pasquale with Pasquale’s guardian angel.Merry Christmas and Happy New Year folks.C.

For Peek a Boo…

C Downs: He doesn’t have one; got an apprentice imp instead.

Is it terrible to say that I have always despised Clem? I toned that down for Christmas and all too!

it’s still possible to discipline without tipping over into abuse. Somehow my wife and I seem to have got it right, my daughter is 22 and wonderful. Clem, on the other hand, needs an “A Christmas Carol” epiphany and fast.

Sorry Clem.

While any other time, it’s okay, right?!The only time Patty is tough on that kid is during Back-to-School Shopping.Back-to-school shopping is his kryptonite.

beleive in santa? happy holiday!

Merry Christmas, too all who know the true meaning of Christmas…

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost 1922

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Merry Christmas and don’t let the Trolls and Scrooges get you down!

I thought Clem spoke in that baby gibberish, that is hard to understand. Maybe I have him mixed up with someone else.

One of my favorite poems…thank you so much! That was beautiful! I wish you and everyone here a very Merry Christmas!

I expect Clem to get A LOT of coal for Christmas.

His mother gives ’Clem’ency.