Nah. Santa steals stuff, according to Frank’s current attempt to freak out the grandkid. Easy. I probably needed to make the fourth panel less subtle, but I just couldn’t bring myself to spell it out for the folks who don’t read all the words or study the pictures. Every so often, I just like the subtle ones you have to empathize with the characters to ‘get’. It’s not necessarily nice to everyone who likes to read them fast and have the chuckle and move along, but I’ve been obsessed with comic strips since I was very young, and I learned to savor the think-y ones now and again. Surely you’ll forgive the indulgence this time? Thanks. I knew I could count on you guys!
The socks are a whole DIFFERENT semi-spiritual magical crypto-existential entity with no particular ties to a holidaaaaaayyyy wait a minute! It probably IS Santa on his off-hours! Dang it!
Here, my wife keeps a medical school skeleton reproduction in the front room. It’s wearing the beads it had on when she bought it, so it’s named “Mardi”, We also have a dia de la Muertos wooden skeleton called Mr Bones, along with other assorted holiday skull-y type things.
Give him a few years and he’ll be like the rest of us. Instead of saying “I thought I looked cooler than that”, he can say, “Oh, no. I KNOW I look younger than THAT!”
I will simply brag, here. My grandfather owned a piano and organ shop. Some of those things were shipped… IN A HUGE BOX. Some of them were in crates, where you hadda be careful. Big screws, staples, and other metal attachment bits in rough wood. As for the far more enjoyable giant heavy-duty cardboard boxes…I’m not sure what kind of packing they had in them in order to remain dimensionally stable, but by golly, the boxes were absolutely awesome while they lasted.
Oh, humans would have invented cities of nests to live in, except the toilet paper would have always gotten wet in the rain.