Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for January 04, 2019

only — what? — 356 days until Christmas

Dill is such a sweet, sensitive, guileless little boy. It would be a shame if he ever grew up.

Sic transit gloria Yule.

Petey doing his Ernesto parody!

I notice those trees are actually lying in the street. Watch out for swerving cars!

I’m with Dill on this one

Christmas is over, lets get started on Valentine’s Day.

So, Dill just fakes the lack of vocabulary.

Yes, I find the practice of discarding them barbaric-and self-contradictory.

I don’t understand why living Christmas trees aren’t more of a thing. Christmas is over, you simply go and plant it, vs. unceremoniously discarding it by the side of the road as yesterday’s trash.

“Our revels now are ended…”

The cold, dead carcass of Christmas. [SIGH]

Way to go. You got me crying ,too!

Okay, that does it. I’m leaving my pink artificial tree, with the rubber chickens, up until April Fools Day! :)

No, Petey looks through a lens darkly. Some call it “Emo” or “Goth” see it that way. No rosy glow when all there is is doom, despair and agony on the world…as it is. Some of us are born that way. We are bereft of the rose colored glasses of psychological cushions. It doesn’t benefit us to see things as they really are. Not one bit.

Non-canonical reading of Dill’s outcry is that he’s channeling Desi Arnaz (you who are younger may need to think about for a while)….

Petey’s sense of symmetry requires an apophthegm every time he sees another discarded tree….

Sadly, thus endeth all stately trees – cut down in their pine…

Makes you wonder what circumstance led to that ruined pomp.

I miss Dill’s hat.