Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for December 11, 2024

Better be good or Santa will hear about it

He’s helping Santa keep tabs on his brothers.

You have to know the right people.

Let’s see his work permit!

Santos L. Halper.

That’s the ticket!!

Some weirdos are cute.

Why did poking with a broom handle come to mind?

When my niece was about 3, I grew a mustache and beard for the first time as a No Shave November thing with a friend who had cancer (he’s cured, thank goodness). I had just enough of a round face that I slightly resembled some of the Santa’s you see in movies. We went to my brother’s for Thanksgiving (it was the first time most of my family saw my facial hair), and my daughter told my niece that I was Santa Claus. The look on her face was priceless.

And in a few months he’ll be the Easter bunny’s little helper.

Anger to amazement to full buy-in. This girls mind changes instantly.

Not an elf on a shelf. It’s a snot in a slot.

I believe it is a self appointed role

I sense genuine fear in Alice’s voice, that a first hand witness to all her tantrums is reporting to Santa. I’d keep that in my back pocket if I were you, Dill.

When I was in first grade i was already nutty about horses. There was one kid in my class who was a real wise-acre. My family was fairly serious so I believed everything people said. One day this w-a kid told me he had his own pony that he kept in his garage. I was dubious but went over to his house to see. He of course had a huge laugh out of it. I was more disappointed at no horse than I was upset about the, um, horse-laugh, if you will.