Garfield by Jim Davis for December 19, 1983

Transcript:

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;" Garfield: Fill this one, Santa! "The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads;" Garfield: Now gimme a vision of lasagna. "And Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap." Garfield: This is my kind of story.