You better watch out!

Gah! Where did December go?!

“What do you mean, you’re not ready? The naughty line forms that way, lady!”

I had all these fabulous posts of vintage Christmas stuff planned in my head, and then . . . December just happened.

We didn’t even get a tree up till last weekend. The now-empty ornament boxes are still waiting to go back out to the loft so we’re not tripping over them. There are a few more things to wrap. I have a pie to bake. Forget about making cookies, it ain’t happening.

Ready or not, Santa Claus is coming to town.

And boy, is he ever grumpy.

Either somebody stole Santa’s candle, or his mug of spiked eggnog is empty. And with those coal-black eyes, Frosty looks a little malevolent too.

So grumpy that even the elves are trying to stay out of his way.

“Stay outta my way, son, or I’ll whack you with this tree.”

Even a nationally-advertised cola beverage isn’t doing a thing for him. Except maybe adding to his overly pudgy cheeks.

I wouldn’t want to meet this guy in my living room tonight, would you?

Nobody wants to come close enough to drop a few coins in his kettle. Can you blame them?

Santa’s suit appears to be random blobs of red on this Japanese-made planter. I’d be mad, too.

Let’s leave him a nice tipple of Bailey’s next to a cozy gold armchair. That should help.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!