I started using the back entrance to get into the church. I didn’t like looking at the figures, but I liked even less how ridiculous it felt to avoid looking at them on the main walk. But every window in the front office looked out on them, so I spent most days avoiding them anyway. They belonged in the woods, I thought helplessly one morning. They belonged in the hills, near water and rocks; they didn’t belong here, around people, not around people. They didn’t want to be seen, anyone could feel that.
But it was Christmas, and this was a church, and you couldn’t not have a nativity scene.
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I made a comic that is about what a lot of people feel this time of year
The holiday videos are coming and what better way to start them off than with Tommy Lasorda singing in a box?
Sure, there’s about 2 minutes of Dodgers altruism in between, but the real highlight bookends it: Tommy Lasorda, singing, in a box.
A further reminder to all Agents: if you come into visual contact with the “Frosty” artifact, do not observe his dancing for more than two seconds at a time, with total exposure kept below eleven seconds total. Fifteen of the seventeen children known to have chased him “here and there, all around the square” have been admitted into [REDACTED] with symptoms of extreme ocular [REDACTED]. The remaining two, when examined, were found to have [DOCUMENT ABRUPTLY ENDS AT THIS POINT]