Cleats by Bill Hinds for December 16, 2016
Transcript:
Jack: This is a pretty nice hill if we get snow. Abby: Nice? It's the only hill around here! If farmer Waymire decides not to let us use it, we're going to be doing a lot of pushing if we want to sled. Jack: My gramma is sure he'll let us. Bertha: Hi, Carl. I thought you might be getting low on fresh-baked oatmeal cookies.
Shades of “Jingle all the Way”