I tend to write more frequently on my Facebook page than this blog, perhaps as an antidote to all the posts about what people ate for breakfast (bagel, wheatgerm, steamed kale, etc), what their amazing cat just did (slept), or how their kid is doing in school (was awarded Student of the Month, mostly for not beating anyone up or stealing other kids’ ritalin).
Anyway, as you know, my humor trends dark (which allows the light to shine brighter). Below is a reprint from a recent Facebook post.
A MODERN CHRISTMAS CAROL
(with culinary and musical undertones)
Holidays were always tense at the Pudding household. Particularly in the evening when carolers came to sing at their front door.
“Is the door locked?” said Mrs. Pudding to Mr. Pudding.
“Yes,” he said, and he glanced at the 12-gauge leaning next to the couch.
“I wish they wouldn’t sing that carol,” muttered their daughter Figgy.
The last few notes faded away outside with a final repeat of “we won’t go until we get some, so bring it out here.” The Pudding family sat in rigid silence, listening to the soft sound of scratching and scrabbling at the door. Finally, there was only silence.
“Damn zombies,” grumbled Mr. Pudding.