We welcome a man into our home
In the middle of the night
When we are asleep
Without our knowledge
We welcome a man
Who has a red nose and a beer belly
And a very large bag
Who breaks in by climbing
Down a chimney or
Has a master key to the door
You can’t fool my kid she
Won’t be welcoming any strange
Drunks who want to break into
Our little home in the middle of the night
On the most celebrated of all holidays.
I was going to save this post for xmas day since it's a santa related on but then I thought, god knows if I'll even remember to post that day so lets just kep going with the chronological order and get on with it.
I'm not really sure where Nancy was going with this...I think maybe she was scared drunks were gonna break into her house and be mistaken for Santa Claus? Wasn't that the storyline in Bad Santa? This was very phrophetic of Nancy I think.
That said, this one was a particularly lazy attempt at doing an illustration, wasn't it? Let's have a look:
Yes, those are gift tags. Ugly ones too. Something else I just noticed, Nancy and I have very similar handwriting. Hers is a bit rounder and mine is a bit more OCD sized, but pretty similar. I wonder if this is just what happened when you went to high school in the 80's.