Besides being a really good looking kid, there was Mr. Zippy on the tree behind me. (Also behind me was our table. That used to be my bed.) I think I told you about Mr. Zippy in 1957, when my cousin Greg was born. His mother wrapped up Mr. Zippy in an afghan and presented her newborn baby to my mother. My relatives were lots of fun.
But tomorrow (today for some of you) is Christmas. I hope every one who reads this has a wonderful, happy Christmas. Especially you children, assuming your parents allow you to read my comics. God bless you all.