Выпуск комикса за 19 декабря 1983 года
Оригинальный текст:
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;»
Garfield: Fill this one, Santa!
«The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads;»
Garfield: Now gimme a vision of lasagna.
«And Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.»
Garfield: This is my kind of story.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;»
Garfield: Fill this one, Santa!
«The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads;»
Garfield: Now gimme a vision of lasagna.
«And Mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.»
Garfield: This is my kind of story.