Today’s reprint can be found in the book collection Scientific Progress Goes Boink! This week’s reprints seem to be reprints of the strips from the week before Christmas Day 1990 which was on a Monday. I hope that tomorrow’s reprint will break the pattern and show the Christmas Day strip for 1990.
The Christmas Eve strip for 1990 was a large single panel strip showing
Calvin and Hobbes both relaxing by a warm fire and a poem by Calvin:-
“On window panes, the icy frost
Leaves feathered patterns, crissed and crossed,
But in our house the Christmas tree
Is decorated festively
With tiny dots of colored light
That cozy up this winter night.
Christmas songs, familiar, slow,
Play softly on the radio,
Pops and hisses from the fire,
Whistle with the bells and choir.
My tiger is now fast asleep
When the fire makes him hot,
He turns to warm whatever’s not.
Propped against him on the rug,
I give my friend a gentle hug,
Tomorrow’’s what I’m waiting for.
But I can wait a little more.
This poem certainly brought out the sweeter aspects of Calvin’s nature and his very rarely seen patient side.
Just realized pooped has two meanings. Kinda goes along with what happened last week. My wife and I bought a refrigerator from a scratch and dent sale. They we went to a restaurant that makes their meals from scratch. God, English has go to be one of the worst languages to learn as a 2nd language.
codycab 1 day ago
Just listening to Calvin is exhausting.
Hello Everyone 1 day ago
Calvin has lots of Tiger Odes. They are all pretty good.
Blu Bunny 1 day ago
Hobbes is not pooped, he just ignoring Calvin.
Blu Bunny 1 day ago
Resting up for the big pounce.
C 1 day ago
Everyone’s a critic
snsurone76 1 day ago
Whassamatta, Hobbes—you don’t like corn??
Imagine 1 day ago
That poem could do it…
orinoco womble 1 day ago
He’s not pooped, he’s luxuriating.
lalapalooza Premium Member 1 day ago
: )
Bilan 1 day ago
What tigers have to put up with just to get tuna fish sandwiches.
Jayalexander 1 day ago
Letting sleeping tigers lie, it’s good to be a tiger.
Farside99 1 day ago
Still and quiet feline form,
In the sun asleep aned warm,
With his silence, he has learned,
The pounce he knows that you have earned.
GOTCHA
Calvinist1966 1 day ago
Today’s reprint can be found in the book collection Scientific Progress Goes Boink! This week’s reprints seem to be reprints of the strips from the week before Christmas Day 1990 which was on a Monday. I hope that tomorrow’s reprint will break the pattern and show the Christmas Day strip for 1990.
The Christmas Eve strip for 1990 was a large single panel strip showing
Calvin and Hobbes both relaxing by a warm fire and a poem by Calvin:-
“On window panes, the icy frost
Leaves feathered patterns, crissed and crossed,
But in our house the Christmas tree
Is decorated festively
With tiny dots of colored light
That cozy up this winter night.
Christmas songs, familiar, slow,
Play softly on the radio,
Pops and hisses from the fire,
Whistle with the bells and choir.
My tiger is now fast asleep
When the fire makes him hot,
He turns to warm whatever’s not.
Propped against him on the rug,
I give my friend a gentle hug,
Tomorrow’’s what I’m waiting for.
But I can wait a little more.
This poem certainly brought out the sweeter aspects of Calvin’s nature and his very rarely seen patient side.
bigger Nate 1 day ago
Lying there as warm as toast who is it Calvin loves the most.
BJDucer 1 day ago
After such a spontaneous effort at prose, you cannot convince me Calvin should be having problems at school!
ddl297 1 day ago
The reason cats sleep all the time is the same reason our teenage children do…we LET them! (also, it keeps both out of trouble!)
gantech 1 day ago
Tyger, tyger burning bright….
rockyridge1977 1 day ago
Resting up for the holidays!!!!!
No6 1 day ago
Calvin puts my daily limericks to shame over on Ballard Street!
monya_43 1 day ago
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
sandpiper 1 day ago
Merry Christmas and best wishes for the New Year to all.
CountOlaf2.0 Premium Member 1 day ago
Tyger Tyger, sleeping tight,
In the living rooms of the night;
What mortal hand or eye,
Dare wake thee without a fight?
You’ve been warned, Bub…
baskate_2000 1 day ago
He’s a cat — comes with the territory.
grocks about 24 hours ago
Too pooped to care about bad poetry.
royq27 about 23 hours ago
Chasing food…
rshive about 23 hours ago
Poor poetry, for one thing.
formathe about 23 hours ago
Merry Christmas to all, from the snowy depths of Central Ontario.
markkahler52 about 23 hours ago
Tiger, tiger, burning brightYou believe Calvin’s a bratAnd we know that you’re right!!
klapre about 23 hours ago
Just realized pooped has two meanings. Kinda goes along with what happened last week. My wife and I bought a refrigerator from a scratch and dent sale. They we went to a restaurant that makes their meals from scratch. God, English has go to be one of the worst languages to learn as a 2nd language.
g04922 about 22 hours ago
Do not arouse a sleeping Tiger. Calvin should know that by now…
ladykat about 22 hours ago
Living with Calvin is exhausting.
mistercatworks about 20 hours ago
Cats are not tired while they are actually sleeping . Merry Christmas!
T577 Brown Bunny/Vegetable Patch 62 about 20 hours ago
It wasn’t reindeer games.
SHEESHH is short for SHEESH-kabob tails that used to be served at LSU.
lnrokr55 about 18 hours ago
I’m with ya oh wise Hobbes, sheesh ! ;-)
mindjob about 18 hours ago
Normally it would be all those carbs that make you sleepy, but Hobbes diet doesn’t acquire much of those
willie_mctell about 16 hours ago
Predators do that.
PoodleGroomer about 15 hours ago
Giving a tiger doggerel for a Christmas present.
KEA about 14 hours ago
an all-time great
sincavage05 about 14 hours ago
Listening to Beat poetry!