So, yes, it’s Christmas this week.
Like in two days.
Maybe it was nine. I really can’t recall. (Don’t laugh. When you get my age, this sort of thing starts to happen. That’s what I’ve been told, though. How age affects the mind is still a mystery. But it does.)
Now, here’s the thing:
I’ve decided to announce a few things of importance.
First off, the Patriots won the AFC East. Again.
Steelers deflate balls, too.
Second, it’s the season of the Krampus.
This excites me lots and lots.
They say the best way to get the Krampus to pay a visit is to insult his brother, Santa Claus.
This doesn’t work.
I’ve tried.
Thirdly, and lastly…
…well, I did have something, but I forget what it was.
I’m old, remember.
Oh I remember!
Merry Christmas, everyone! Make sure to eat a few cookies for me.
Each.
Merry Christmas, Professor! :)
Merry Christmas Miss Mermaid! Did you have a good one?
I have eaten one chocolate cookie 🍪 and one brownie and I had a few slices of red velvet cake. And I am making some brownies. Sweet quota complete.
Whoa. I’m impressed. I should be getting some in the mail, then, right?
I just made some gluten free chocolate chip cookies and they are surprisingly delicious. For the low fee of $165.95 I can send you some.
Can’t I save on shipping? That’s so…unfair!
A very Merry Christmas to you, dear Professor, and all the Punchies too! I am munching cookies as we speak. Hurrah!
Oh! What kind of cookies? I might thieve one.
Might be cherry… I shall send you the largest one!
With a huge pit. I think I fancy to throw a pit, the sudden.
Ha! We call them ‘pips’ over here, but my amazing language skills managed to help me know what you mean. Maybe throw it at someone!
You need to teach me how to be a translator!
You are already very good with English, I say. You are fluent in my nan’s phrases, at least!
That’s because you taught me all of them, I think…
I did indeed. Some of them are very useful.
Only some…?
Some of them are a bit rude! That is why my nan is queen of rude word Scrabble.
I’d still like to beat her…
If you practice a bit you just might! She is old and her powers are weakening…
Perfect! Means I might take over then?
You just might!
I might still need some training, tho.
That’s alright – you can come to my special training school.
Will I get A’s?
Absolutely!
I can never spell that word right.
It’s a tricky one and no mistake.
Merry Christmas, Krampus! I mean, Professor! It’s a good thing I don’t like gingerbread cookies. Those are scary enough without the flames…and live thing…and the crazy eyes… whew!
*laughs* I am like the kramps, huh?
Happy New Year, have a great birthday and Happy Thanksgiving! There, that should cover it till your next visit! Oh, and Merry Christmas, Prof!
I won’t disappear for a year, dadblameit. I mean, it’s possible. But it probably won’t happen. My bday is coming up. I’ll be so old. I’m so old. I think I need a beanie.
*laughs* I loved the “I’ll be back” post promptly followed by the “I’m off again” post – it’s so you! No doubt we’ll hear from you again sometime. Meantime, have a jolly festive season!
I didn’t mean to disappear! I really didn’t. Things have been so weird as of late. I’ll text you.
Text? You must be confusing me with someone else, I fear…
No, I’m just being sly and dropping all sorts of hints. *drops another*
Oh, did you have a good Christmas?
So long ago I’ve forgotten…
You’re suffering from professor memory.
Merry Christmas, Professor (and if you’re absent from these parts long enough, Happy New Year, too!). Your Pats are very much like Saban’s Alabama — y’all win so much that it hardly commands news-space any more! Maybe you ought to TRY losing once, just so you’ll know what it feels like, you know.
Do you realize I haven’t made my Christmas cookies yet?? Yikes, and the dadblame things are so time-consuming that I’d better remedy that soon or I won’t have any when Christmas shows up.
I tried to tell them that, but they wouldn’t listen. They keep on winning and winning and winning. I think they should play Alabama, then. You know, assert their dominance. That’d be a thing.
Oh dear! You must hurry! There’s like 2 days.
Is that an actual scene from the Krampus? I almost watched it yesterday but went with another option. Now I’m annoyed I made the wrong choice!
Merry a Chrimble (the ‘a’ wasn’t meant to be there, it autocorrected but I like it. Makes it sound kind of Dickensian…) Oh, and it HAS to be mince pies, not cookies. Pfft! But I shall eat many, never fear :D
It is! You should’ve watched it! Really brilliant. I like to think I’m like that gingerbread fellow. What did you watch instead?
Chrimble…what is this foul word you speak of? Mince pies sound interesting… I’ll take 2, please.
Chrimble is a fantastic word – you can’t comment with your wild variety of vocabulary!!
We watched David Brent (mainly as we’re fans of The Office… although I preferred the American version). It was… ok. I shall try and fit in the Krampus before Sunday. You need to watch Rare Exports.
But my vocabs all comes from the dictionary, of course. And the saurus thing, or whatever it’s called.
Did you watch it? Ooo…what’s Rare Exports? Do not say me. I’m actually an import.
You can’t tell me that dadblameit is in the dictionary (not as an entire word anyway!)
Hmmm… you already know my Krampus opinion (sorry!) Rare Exports is a horror – about the ‘real’ story behind Father Christmas. Odd, quirky and Finnish I think.
Where were you imported from? Did you arrive with marmalade sandwiches and a label, like Paddington?!
You know, I thought it was when I first used it! That must count somehow.
And Finnish? What’s Finnish mean? That sounds scary, I must admit.
*laughs* I was imported from a corner.
The naughty corner!
Finnish – as in ‘from Finland’. Those Nordic types can be very scary. Vikings!!
Oh, I love vikings. I belong in the naughty corner. In fact, most vikings do, you see.
Merry merry, merry, And then some more.
Merry muffins? Or katanas?
You have to guess. I will let you know when you get it right.
I’m awful at guessing, tho…
Goodness I forgot what the question was.
Ask a new one!
No ! One per person per month.
Except the professor
No
Just no?
Merry katanas and I hope you have many, many more.
*laughs* Me too. I need another. My other one is stained in the blood of my enemies! *wicked laugh*
Come by my office. Some folk are in need of an attitude adjustment.
Do you have a katana in there?
We can smuggle it in through the gym🤔
I’ll let you do it. I’ll plan, tho
🤔
*professor face*
Could you buy me one?
Only if…you buy me two!
Merry Christmas, Professor. Happy New year as well.
Why. We’re all scared of the new year, you know.
We are? I’m not.
Now that we’re in it, I’m even more terrified.
Merry Christmas to you too, Professor! (and I do believe it is 6 days til Christmas). And I’ll tell you, the best way to get the Krampus to visit is to be very naughty, like insulting the genius of Jane Austen, for example.
I have already eaten 2 cookies today. I intend to eat many more as Christmas gets closer. (they might be my weakness).
Thank you for these important things!
No, it’s not! It’s five. (I counted this time.) So I win. #win
But I’ve done that over and over and he never shows up! Do you know if he comes on the 24th?
Same here. We must put a ban on cookies. I can’t afford to eat thousands and thousands of cookies.
Actually now it’s 4 days away…does that mean I #win?
Gasp! Be on your guard, Professor. Krampus usually follows Saint Nick on his visits on the 24th. I think he is watching for those who get coal. Like a marker, you see. “Bad kids here!”
Oh no, must we truly? Can we eat them if they are gifts? We wouldn’t be spending any money then. Surely we can afford that! *eats another cookie*
But you can’t win, ’cause that’d mean I’d lost. Which isn’t fair. The professor always wins, you know. Aha. Did you know the Krampus can’t shut his mouth?
But it’s not about the money! Imagine the calories.
How about a tie? Can we both win? You would still be technically winning then, right? No I didn’t! How dreadful. What does he do about flies?
Pssh, calories. Who counts those?
Oh…okay. A tie it is. Tiffany, I think he eats them. *nods knowingly*
*cries* I won’t anymore!
That’s good. I think I can live with that. Oh dear. Did anyone ever tell him about the little old lady who swallowed a fly?
There, there. You’ll be happier not counting them.
Yes, but that was an old lady. Not an old-moose-man, which is what the Krampus is, see.
Ah. Well then. Perhaps he’ll be fine!
I think you may be right.