Dear Morticia,
Call me a stick in the mud, but I don’t like Christmas. Every year our house gets filled with all
those strange sounds and smells.
Signed Hum Bug
Dear Bug,
They’re called relatives.
Dear Morticia,
Help! All these
Christmas chores need to be done and I’m exhausted. What can I do? The baby
was sick again and kept me up all night.
Signed Tired
Dear Tired,
Sorry honey, but you married him.
Dear Morticia,
I’m a rather well-heeled gent dating a younger lady. Is it crude to give money for Christmas?
Signed Loaded
Dear Loaded,
Of course not! I
like my men the cruder the better.
Dear Morticia,
I love the old Christmas traditions. Do you still hang stockings by the
fireplace?
Signed Sweet Sue
Dear Sue,
Frankly, I hadn’t thought of it. But really, it wouldn’t be a whole lot of fun. They’re already dead, aren’t they?
Morticia will return before Christmas unless Santa promises
to be really crude.
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