Выпуск комикса за 23 декабря 1983 года
Оригинальный текст:
«The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, ,like a bowlful of jelly.»
Santa: Ho! Ho! Ho!
Garfield: A few sit-ups would take care of that, fella.
«He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Santa: We must have lunch sometime.
«He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
Garfield: How did he do that?
«The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, ,like a bowlful of jelly.»
Santa: Ho! Ho! Ho!
Garfield: A few sit-ups would take care of that, fella.
«He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head. Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
Santa: We must have lunch sometime.
«He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work. And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
Garfield: How did he do that?