Words and draws by Russ
i saw polar express for the first time last week. your post~it santa is definitely something that i would by a box of post~holiday marked~down cards so that i can send them out to friends and family for the next five years. that was a compliment once ya cut thru all the humbuggardry.
"Unemployed Mall Santa"
I just went through all of your drawings for the past week I have been on the road...Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year to the best'ess drawer I know! Okay I spent too much time in Texas with my sister LOL
So that's what happened to Karl Malden. -Cin
Captures the mood of the Santa who goes unacknowledge by his real family and is struggling to complete his tweleve step program so he can spend a real Christmas with his children. He wants to make up for all the drunken holidays where he embarrassed the kids and humiliated the wife but even when he cleans up, what he remembers and how things are won't ever match up.So after a season of bell ringing and hearing kids pass by wondering if it is okay if they tell him what they want for Christmas, he grows sad that another year has passed without seeing his own kids and spending time with his own family.But the 'best' is yet to come. Next Christmas he WILL be clean and he will show up at his ex-wife's house with cheap gifts that he got with money that he earned working his just above minimum-wage job has allowed and he thinks that an 8-year old Bobby and a 6-year old Cindy are going to leap into his arms grateful for the gifts and excited to seem him. Oh, not to mention the sweet smile he will be able to see on his wife's (never mind the 'ex' part... that isn't how his delusion goes)face seeing him and the kids so happy... ...but Bobby is a sophmore at State and Cindy is in a vocational school preparing to be a nurse. Not only that, they remember the drunking rages and shuddering in their rooms to the sound of you arguing (and sometimes hitting) their Mom. They don't welcome seeing you and interupting their X-Mas routine. Besides, Mom's boy friend will be stopping by and while he isn't big, he is 'big enough' and can handle you. The wife will heave an empty sigh and look at you with voids for her eyes and a flatness in her voice that is neither contrived nor forced. She really feels nothing for you now.Leaving the house and still carrying the cheap gifts to your beater, the engine rattles to life and the lights (with one of the rear tailights out and begging for a ticket) the car slowly pulls from the curb as it crunches the snow under its balding tires.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas indeed.
i love this!
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