The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for December 18, 2020

’Twas the night before Krishmish. . . .

I’d drink too if I was a sock

That confused me a moment, then I realized my idea of adding something to eggnog is a sprinkle of nutmeg.

that nog must’ve had some sock to it…

…in the hopes that some hair of the dog would be there.

A lot of us have made that vow, Sockie. But few have kept it.

And count me among the latter. I’m going to be home alone this Christmas, and I have some fine rum sitting in the next room not getting any better. I like nog, even though it’s terrible for you. But Christmas happens once a year, and once a year isn’t going to kill me. Maybe a cocktail gathering with friends and/or family over the WWW on Christmas Day. Nice big glass of rum nog ….

Thinking about barfing eggnog makes me want to barf.

They were drinking LeggNog.

“Ugh, my mouth tastes like an old sock.”" Oh, Wait…"

At least they drank that damn elf under the shelf!

Yule be sorry…

One should put a sock in it.

They were in the bag when Santa came by.

Drinking too much. Now we know why socks get lost in the dryer!

I like eggnog. I like booze. It ruins both to put them together.

Recovering in claus proximity to each other.

Excellent comments here!

Time to reboot.

It was the smell of Santa’s feet that did it.

While visions of bicarb danced in their heads…

Yeah, lactose-intolerance is the worst.

Ha! I’m not seeing the care…

Some of the best comments I’ve seen in a while… saving this comic.

And they’ll becoming out of the closet too……”Now we don our gay apparel….falala falala falala.”xD