Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for December 24, 1989

Transcript:

Christmas Eve On Window panes, the icy frost leaves feathered patterns, crissed & crossed, but in our house, the Christmas tree is decorated festively with tiny dots of colored light that cozy up this winter night. Christmas songs, familiar, slow, play softly on the radio. Pops and hisses from the fire whistle with the bells and choir. My tiger is now fast asleep on his back and dreaming deep. When the fire makes him hot, he turns to warm whatever's not. Propped against him on the rug, I give my friend agentle hug. Tomorrow's what I'm waiting for, but I can wait a little more.