clandestine

Mortimer became a mole, not for any political reasons, nor was it a passion for clandestine meetings or intrigue… he simply liked the trench coat and all the cool gadgets.

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unsung heroes – their voices must be heard

During this holiday season, many of us will be rushing from party to party, slugging down eggnog and carelessly ripping apart painstakingly wrapped presents. We’ll, no doubt, be thanking Santa for all the lovely gifts bestowed upon us, giving him all the credit for the momentary glee we experience as we pile up our newly aquired swag.

Well, before you tear into that last box of See’s candy, I invite you to take a moment. Take a moment to think about the folks who worked tirelessly all year long, well into the wee hours of the morning. The people working behind the scenes to make it all possible, the ones really responsible for that silly smile on your face

I’m speaking of course, of the elf.

Elves, the unsung heroes of Christmas. Elves, their voices must be heard.  So again, please take a moment. Think of them in their ill fitting, green suits and their pointy little shoes. Think of how their efforts make Mr. Kringle look good. That’s all they really want, is just a moment. A moment of recognition.

A moment of recognition, and maybe an extra cookie set out on the table Christmas Eve night. (They don’t really eat much.)
Thank you, this has been a Public Service Announcement, paid for by E.L.F.S. (Elves Looking for Sympathy.)

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Yeah, yeah, I know! Yet another shameless repost… tis the season afterall! The wee elf was a quick sketch then and a quick sketch he remains.

By the way, as much as I enjoy folks thinking I’m savvy enough to code snow onto my blog, I reluctantly admit, it’s not my own cleverness, unless you count figuring out how to click the “snow” button on WordPress, hee hee!

Hope all of you are enjoying the season and are filled with joy, peace and goodwill toward peeps and stuff… oh and if you get a chance, treat an elf to lunch, eh?

have yourself…

…  a rambunctious little Christmas…or Chrismahannakwanza, as I like to call it.

Whatever holiday you celebrate or choose not to celebrate this winter, I hope it’s the happiest ever!!

Christmas is the holiday Tom and I both grew up with and still enjoy with gusto, although I’d never turn down an invitation or opportunity to participate in a Hannukah, Kwanza or any other holiday celebration. The more opportunities to hang out with friends, eat (food you would never dream of eating the rest of the year due to sheer terror of heart failure,) or light candles, the better!

For us Christmassy types, many towns in the U.S. have what they call Candy Cane Lane, or a Candy Cane Lane-like street, where every blade of grass on every lawn of every house is blinking, strobing or sparkling with copious amounts of holiday lights and decorations. However, in Valencia, CA the entire town is pretty much a Candy Cane Lane.

Yes folks, Christmas threw up on our town.

What we lack in the beauty and wonder of snowfall, we more than make up with a king’s ransom of an and electric bill and Home Depot receipt.

Tom and I bring up the rear with a token strand of red lights tacked lovingly across the front of our house. We tell ourselves we’re trying to be green, but really, we’re just too lazy busy. Why, we’ve got “Daily Show” reruns to watch.

But you know, as excessive as all the lights, giant blow up snowglobes, and creepy animated santas are, there’s nothing Tom and I like better than taking a detour on the way home from work to gawk at the handiwork of our zealous neighbors.

It’s the closest thing to tradition we have in our suburban town, and we’ve grown to love it.

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Above is a an image I created in Illustrator and finished in Photoshop for my 2002 Christmas card. Thought I’d try to get a little more mileage out of it by posting it last year. This year the holiday season has been so rambunctious I’m now squeezing every last drop of mileage by reposting it this year! 
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the great escape

The typical Christmas dinner being all too similar to that of the Thanksgiving menu, Turkey’s everywhere are making good their escape. 

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Heh, actually this was slated to be a Thanksgiving post, but time and chestnut stuffing waits for no one and consequently, it got scraped. But hey, why let a perfectly good turkey drawing go to waste? I decided to smoosh it and squish it to fit this week’s Illustration Friday theme.

Whew! That wasn’t easy.