Oh unemployment, where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling?

Okay, FYI, for all you literalists out there, we do actually know the 12 days of Christmas don’t start for another 10 or so days. But really. Who wants to see a bunch of Christmas crap after the holiday? Not us. And–we’re guessing–not our good friend dog, for whom we have left a delicate morsel on the sign holding the money pot.

Subtle, yes? Palm trees. To you. From us. With love and such.

We knew she'd land on her feet.

Merry Christmas, dog!!

We call this one "Mixed metaphor with blow-up doll." Yeah, that's the Bon Bon's head on a palm tree-climbing bear. The Graphics Department was, well, you know.