[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 12 months ago
6 days until Christmas?
BE THIS GUY 12 months ago
Christmas keeps coming earlier and earlier.
Spacehog 12 months ago
That is a pretty good strip!
Richard S Russell Premium Member 12 months 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 12 months 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 12 months ago
I remember one year when I was actually surprised to get anything. After that, I never worried about it again.
Liam G.P 12 months ago
This is kind of relatable. I really hate when I have a good dream, then my dang alarm clock just rings.
Crann Bethadh 12 months ago
I just really love these ones with clever poems. Yet another facet of Watterson’s genius.
snsurone76 12 months 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 12 months 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 12 months 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 12 months ago
The Christmas Story! A favorite C&H!
Dr. Quatermass 12 months ago
Santa turned with a jerk… nope, it was just Calvin.
hoot1 12 months ago
ART Thompson Premium Member 12 months ago
30 years old and still funny.
SquidGamerGal 12 months 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 12 months 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 12 months ago
A few tears to start my day, very moving.
jagedlo 12 months ago
Just seeing Calvin’s facial expressions in those last two panels!
4everbound2 12 months 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 12 months ago
Lòve the sentiment !
sandpiper 12 months 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 12 months ago
He still didn’t get that flame thrower he wanted.
ladykat 12 months ago
You’ll make it, Calvin.
jessegooddoggy 12 months ago
I was hoping Susie had written this letter.
rentier 11 months 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 11 months ago
A very nice story!
cor_en_fa 11 months 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 11 months ago
Classic
Cozmik Cowboy 11 months 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 11 months ago
Calvin isn’t really bad but he’s mostly a pest to those around him . Do Mosquitoes get Christmas presents ?
Calvins Brother 11 months ago
I like Calvin’s burps!
Angry Indeed Premium Member 11 months 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 11 months ago
“Futurama’s” Santa is the worst. Accidentally programmed to consider everyone naughty and delivers weapons payloads instead of gifts. Yikes!
PaulAbbott2 11 months 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 11 months 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 11 months ago
Six days until Christmas? They must have a different Christmas.
jossy138 11 months ago
How come Santa in the second panel has the eyes of Hobbes?
dsatvoinde Premium Member 11 months ago
I love the poetry! More examples of Watterson’s talent!
BiggerNate91 11 months ago
Watterson is a true poet.
Snolep 11 months 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 11 months 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 11 months ago
Calvin is a jerk! i hate this strip!
Chris Sherlock 11 months ago
Six days is pushing it a bit for you, Calvin.
delennwen 11 months ago
Watterson gives Shel Silverstein a run for his money here. Pure brilliance.
bookworm0812 11 months ago
“Gargle your peas”? I don’t recommend that. Could lead to a choking incident!
tad1 11 months ago
This is one of my all-time favorite Calin and Hobbes strips. Makes me laugh every time I see it.
bluecharlielake 11 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!! ;-)