The average kid can usually contrive to move any dang thing he or she really wants moved. The average kid also couldn’t put it back where they found it without a dump truck and ten paid adults to do it for them.
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.
…in the downy snow.