A-Z Challenge: Theme reveal

 

It’s time to reveal the theme for the AZ-Challenge. I have picked a theme which is interesting, fascinating, fun, crazy, entertaining, and maybe even provocative.

My theme this year is religion.

I promise to treat all religions equally and fair. Christians, Jews, Muslims, Buddhists, and Satanists;  I have no personal preferences.

But I will not draw Mohammad. It’s too dangerous. I don’t want a bunch of angry men with big black beards running after me for the rest of my life. Nobody knows what Mohammad really looked like (obviously, since it’s strictly forbidden to draw or picture him).  Therefore, just drawing a man with a beard can be risky, unless it’s totally clear and beyond doubt that it’s Santa Claus.

So, I will write about religion, but I will only draw Santa Claus >:)

(That’s my drawing of Santa Claus. I'm very bad at drawing hands, so I always draw people with the hands in the pocket. Sorry about that.)

Christmas - two different ones

Christmas is a big hazzle, and this year I have to worry about two of them.

Last week, the guys I’m working with in Russia proposed a work meeting in Moscow 26-28 December. There’s no way I can go on a business trip between Christmas Day and New Year. I won't even mention it. Christmas is family time.

We can meet early in January, I suggested. No, we can’t, because that’s the Orthodox Christmas in Russia. No chance before mid of January, at best. Damn. Not good.

Christmas is a pain in the ass, and has always been. I dislike both the religious and commercial part of it. The Virginborn and Santa Claus, two quite bizarre products of human fantasy.

If I could delete two days from the callendar, I would pick Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

However, it’s not much I can do about it. I just turn off my brain, watch the Disney cartoons with the kids, and wait for it to be over on the 26. December.

Then the rest is just a mid-winter skiing vacation, which is nice >:)

(I took the picture above one year ago when I was running desperately around town doing last-minute Christmas shopping. This year we don't even have snow in town. However, my wife has bought her present from me herself. Great. Then she gets what she wants, and I avoid going shopping. I'll rather buy her a book that I want to read ... that's how meaningless this Christmas thing has become >:D)

Christmas Day

Santa Claus dropped most of the presents over the rich and wealthy, as usual.

Next year I suggest that he starts further south, for instance with the children in Africa.

Little boy was happy with his presents, no reason to complain. >:)