Ride ’em, snowboy

Frosty the Snow-’neck wants to know where in tarnation the biscuits and gravy is at.

Happy happy joy joy, etc., et al., and so on and so forth.

Here’s a-hopin’ all you little buckaroos got what y’wanted insteada what y’deserved. We should all be so lucky.

It’s beginning to look a lot like … October?

You really shouldn’t show a dog this many trees
after he’s had three cups of coffee.

Yes, that’s exactly what it appears to be: a Christmas display at the local Lowe’s, in September.

I think we all know what I want for Christmas (cough, cough, impeachment, removal, cough, cough).

But having been a very naughty boy indeed, I don’t expect to get it.

Well, I expect to get it, all right. But not that “it.”