Krampus would wander the streets terrorizing children, whipping them with birch branches, and in later manifestations of the myth he would chain them and drag them into hell.
I guess you could call him the Bad Santa. He is a truly sick depiction – the bundle of birch branches can only be called phallic, and come on, what’s up that tongue?Christmas was uneventful. That is a good thing. For Christmas Eve Liz and I had a dinner of Three Fishes – lobster, mussels, and shrimp. Of course, being in the desert we did not get any of this fresh – it all came from the freezer section of the local supermarket. But it was good, all the same.
We kept our gift exchange simple and inexpensive – when you do not have a lot of money to spend, you put a little more effort into buying gifts with meaning. Liz bought me a bottle of Jameson’s – I bought her a bottle of Jim Beam Red Stag Wild Cherry Bourbon, she likes it in Manhattans.
She bought me the Krampus ornament, and I bought her a Duck Commander Jase ornament – she loves Jase. She bought me a rattlesnake coffee mug, I bought her a “No Sniveling” license plate for her car. All gifts that have meaning – oh, and she bought me a DVD of Casablanca, my all time favorite movie. You gotta love bogie! I never tire of that movie.
New Year’s Eve will be another low budget event – Jake’s O’ Mine has $9 pitchers of draft beer, and it is within crawling distance of our house.
I have been taking advantage of the sales where I work, and using all my spare change to buy clock innards – building an inventory of sawblade clocks and working on some new Desert Detritus clocks. I haven’t been near the easel for a while – hopefully after the New Year I will be inspired to paint.