Christmas Cards Redux

It's almost that time of year again. Mom is gearing up to stuff me into some ridic getup and trot me off to sit on that fat man's lap. Last year I made mockups of some epic Christmas cards and she just shot them down. Sometimes she can be such a dream crusher; just ask Dad.

So I've been working on a few more cards recently. It's going to take more than constant nagging and criticism to keep me down! You'll know she doesn't like these either if you get a card that features me fake smiling while I silently urinate in Santa's lap.