Thursday, December 21, 2006
Nothing says Christmas like Emmet Otter. Especially because I weep, to this day, at the notion that poor Emmet sacrificed his mother's survival by putting a hole in the washtub -- just so he could pursue his art! It pains me, oh, it pains me still.
And so this is Christmas, and I wish he was mine, he never drank water, he only drank wine.
(That's the amalgam between John Lennon's Christmas song and Peter, Paul and Mary singing "Old Stewball Was a Racehorse" )
Posted by bex schwartz at 12:09 AM