[Fair warning: A friend of mine sent me the following story, and by the end of it I was blubbering like a baby. If you’re emotionally vulnerable, you might want to skip it.]
“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of 53 years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did … did you … find him?”
“Yes, dear,” Susie said, smiling sadly. “He was in the attic.”
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
“I washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally. “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I’d like to catch up with him.”
“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.”
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he said.
As a boy in the early 1970s, I was told that if I did anything bad I would not get a sackful of toys from Saint Nick but a sackful of cinders. If I was told off near Christmas, I then worried a little that I might wake up to a sack of cinders on Christmas Morning. Like Calvin, I always found I had got the presents I wanted. Actually, Calvin never gets all of the presents he wanted but he gets enough of them to be a very happy boy every Christmas Morning after about three weeks of worrying.
Dream on, kid! If you want the loot (which you won’t get due to stingy parents), you’ll have to NOT be yourself NOT for this month, but FOREVER!! MWAHAHAHA!!
Wait until Calvin meets The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come… that will give him a real case of the willies, boy howdy. Scares the bejesus out of The Count every time.
Dear Santa! I wouldn’t take away all hope from the bad ones. I would give them chance to change and say to them, they can have gifts, when they work on it and try to become better people. When you take all hope from them, they become angry and are more bad than before!
“Don’t read it if you are emotionally vulnerable” indeed! Why, the very NERVE to think that a grown adult can’t read a bit of creative writing based on a comic without………….excuse me………….I’ve gotta reach for a tissue…………
Yes, it’s true, my only 2 nominees for Greatest American Poet are Robert Hunter & Townes Van Zandt – but Watterson definitely gets an Honorable Mention.
My mother cut out this strip and put in the fridge until January 1. Then it got packed with the rest on the stuff and stored. When the house was decorated next year, the strip went back up
Didn’t Watterson grow up in Chicago? I thought only southerners said “ink” pen ( to distinguish from “pin” as they pronounce “pen.” Maybe he needed it for the rhyme’s meter?
Definitely one of the best and funniest poems in the strip! But regarding the last panel, yeah, the Sunday strips are now nearly a month ahead of the daily strips! GoComics needs to fix this soon…
Awesome story that complete’s Calvin and Hobbe’s life together. I love it. As a child, I had imaginary friends who were lions and tigers, so this comic has always appealed to me. A great story!! ;-)
codycab about 1 year ago
6 days until Christmas?
BE THIS GUY about 1 year ago
Christmas keeps coming earlier and earlier.
Spacehog about 1 year ago
That is a pretty good strip!
Richard S Russell Premium Member about 1 year ago
[Fair warning: A friend of mine sent me the following story, and by the end of it I was blubbering like a baby. If you’re emotionally vulnerable, you might want to skip it.]
“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of 53 years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did … did you … find him?”
“Yes, dear,” Susie said, smiling sadly. “He was in the attic.”
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
“I washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally. “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I’d like to catch up with him.”
“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.”
Susie kissed her husband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” said Susie.
(continued)
Sugar Bombs 95 about 1 year ago
I always wondered what the shot of the two kids crying was meant to signify. Are they crying because they were good and still didn’t get any toys?
nsr60 about 1 year ago
I remember one year when I was actually surprised to get anything. After that, I never worried about it again.
Liam G.P about 1 year ago
This is kind of relatable. I really hate when I have a good dream, then my dang alarm clock just rings.
Crann Bethadh about 1 year ago
I just really love these ones with clever poems. Yet another facet of Watterson’s genius.
snsurone76 about 1 year ago
Calvin’s dream is accurate, but it’s the naughty ADULTS wo get the “toys”: political office, usurped territories, mucho $$$, et al.
orinoco womble about 1 year ago
Today’s kids have learned this lesson well. They have so much “freedom” some of the parents are actually afraid of their own kids.
Calvinist1966 almost 1 year ago
As a boy in the early 1970s, I was told that if I did anything bad I would not get a sackful of toys from Saint Nick but a sackful of cinders. If I was told off near Christmas, I then worried a little that I might wake up to a sack of cinders on Christmas Morning. Like Calvin, I always found I had got the presents I wanted. Actually, Calvin never gets all of the presents he wanted but he gets enough of them to be a very happy boy every Christmas Morning after about three weeks of worrying.
markkahler52 almost 1 year ago
The Christmas Story! A favorite C&H!
Dr. Quatermass almost 1 year ago
Santa turned with a jerk… nope, it was just Calvin.
hoot1 almost 1 year ago
ART Thompson Premium Member almost 1 year ago
30 years old and still funny.
SquidGamerGal almost 1 year ago
Dream on, kid! If you want the loot (which you won’t get due to stingy parents), you’ll have to NOT be yourself NOT for this month, but FOREVER!! MWAHAHAHA!!
Count Olaf Premium Member almost 1 year ago
Wait until Calvin meets The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come… that will give him a real case of the willies, boy howdy. Scares the bejesus out of The Count every time.
krod46 almost 1 year ago
A few tears to start my day, very moving.
jagedlo almost 1 year ago
Just seeing Calvin’s facial expressions in those last two panels!
4everbound2 almost 1 year ago
“Francis”? Ugh, please. I was actually a little choked up until I read the name. That just threw me out of the story…
[Unnamed Reader - 2e0a8e] Premium Member almost 1 year ago
Lòve the sentiment !
sandpiper almost 1 year ago
Read the first part. Passed on the rest. In our situation we don’t need more sadness, especially at this time of year.
uniquename almost 1 year ago
He still didn’t get that flame thrower he wanted.
ladykat almost 1 year ago
You’ll make it, Calvin.
jessegooddoggy almost 1 year ago
I was hoping Susie had written this letter.
rentier almost 1 year ago
Dear Santa! I wouldn’t take away all hope from the bad ones. I would give them chance to change and say to them, they can have gifts, when they work on it and try to become better people. When you take all hope from them, they become angry and are more bad than before!
rentier almost 1 year ago
A very nice story!
cor_en_fa almost 1 year ago
“Don’t read it if you are emotionally vulnerable” indeed! Why, the very NERVE to think that a grown adult can’t read a bit of creative writing based on a comic without………….excuse me………….I’ve gotta reach for a tissue…………
KEA almost 1 year ago
Classic
Cozmik Cowboy almost 1 year ago
Yes, it’s true, my only 2 nominees for Greatest American Poet are Robert Hunter & Townes Van Zandt – but Watterson definitely gets an Honorable Mention.
terrapin6000 Premium Member almost 1 year ago
Calvin isn’t really bad but he’s mostly a pest to those around him . Do Mosquitoes get Christmas presents ?
Calvins Brother almost 1 year ago
I like Calvin’s burps!
Angry Indeed Premium Member almost 1 year ago
One of my all time favorite Calvin and Hobbes strips! This can give “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”, a run for it’s money.
mistercatworks almost 1 year ago
“Futurama’s” Santa is the worst. Accidentally programmed to consider everyone naughty and delivers weapons payloads instead of gifts. Yikes!
PaulAbbott2 almost 1 year ago
My mother cut out this strip and put in the fridge until January 1. Then it got packed with the rest on the stuff and stored. When the house was decorated next year, the strip went back up
BC in NC Premium Member almost 1 year ago
Hmmmm. “Good little kids make me sick. It’s no joke. Sincerely, St. Nick.” Of course, it is Calvin’s dream so he may not yet know St. Nick/Santa.
jossy138 almost 1 year ago
Six days until Christmas? They must have a different Christmas.
jossy138 almost 1 year ago
How come Santa in the second panel has the eyes of Hobbes?
dsatvoinde Premium Member almost 1 year ago
I love the poetry! More examples of Watterson’s talent!
BiggerNate91 almost 1 year ago
Watterson is a true poet.
Snolep almost 1 year ago
Didn’t Watterson grow up in Chicago? I thought only southerners said “ink” pen ( to distinguish from “pin” as they pronounce “pen.” Maybe he needed it for the rhyme’s meter?
wiley207 almost 1 year ago
Definitely one of the best and funniest poems in the strip! But regarding the last panel, yeah, the Sunday strips are now nearly a month ahead of the daily strips! GoComics needs to fix this soon…
chinook12345 almost 1 year ago
Calvin is a jerk! i hate this strip!
Chris Sherlock almost 1 year ago
Six days is pushing it a bit for you, Calvin.
delennwen almost 1 year ago
Watterson gives Shel Silverstein a run for his money here. Pure brilliance.
bookworm0812 almost 1 year ago
“Gargle your peas”? I don’t recommend that. Could lead to a choking incident!
tad1 almost 1 year ago
This is one of my all-time favorite Calin and Hobbes strips. Makes me laugh every time I see it.
bluecharlielake 12 months ago
Awesome story that complete’s Calvin and Hobbe’s life together. I love it. As a child, I had imaginary friends who were lions and tigers, so this comic has always appealed to me. A great story!! ;-)