I’ve always thought pigs on cards at Chrsitmas is a strange thing. Apparently, many places eat ham for Christmas dinner, so this somehow equates to pig cards, pig cookie cutters, pig ornaments, etc. It’s just weird, especially when the pig is happy or also excited about Christmas. Just seems cruel.
But one thing I’ve noticed…. no matter where you are in the world… pigs don’t wear pants.
Merry Christmas. I leave you with these words:
We are all the same in this world. No matter what country you live in, pigs don’t wear pants.
Who do you think Sophisticated Beet Man is bringing this Christmas greeting to? If it’s Demure Carrot Woman, then he’s out of luck because she’s spending Christmas with Distinguished Onion Fellow.
I’m not really sure if this is an actual Christmas card, or just a general “My headless goat wants some apples” card that people often send. Though I prefer “headless ostriches who want bananas” on my greeting cards.
This week’s Victorian Christmas card depicts a party of birds apparently on their way to torch another bird’s nest. At least that’s how I interpret it. Bird army.
I also think the caption “Lighten your Christmas hours” is not funny, but rather creepy as these birds do not look happy and obviously have it in for someone.
Home (for the second time this year) with a child who has a concussion. Don’t worry, he’s fine – just needs to rest. We have a family of 4. This year two of us has had concussions and the other has broken their nose (plus a sister-in-law that broke her face). If my husband can just do something minor – (stung by a nettle?) – then we can have a really cool Christmas card.