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Saturday, December 15, 2007

West of Bathurst 252

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It is not yet Christmas, but this is the Official WoB Christmas Colour Comic, so...have a good holiday, everyone. Because WoB is my means of procrastination rather than my actual official work, I shall not be taking a break from it. This is just so you know.

Saturday, December 15, 2007
Panel 1: In the title panel of this Sunday-style colour comic, Marie stands staring pensively at a Christmas tree while Rahim stands staring pensively at Marie. On the tree's tinsel garlands are the words "WEST OF BATHURST" and "by Kari Maaren."

Panel 2: Rahim and Marie are walking together down a snowy urban street that demonstrates that in 2007, I was even worse at perspective than I am now. It is night, and there are Christmas lights in the window of a nearby store.

Rahim: It's a strange holiday, Christmas. I've always noticed that.

Panel 3: They walk past more stores, all of them closed.

Rahim: On the one hand, you get messages of peace and goodwill. On the other, there's stress, shattered expectations, and all the family skeletons tumbling out of the closet.

Panel 4: They pass a futon store, so they're pretty clearly on Bloor Street (east of Bathurst, in case you're wondering).

Rahim: All those...ideas and ideals...focussed on that one day. It's no wonder it so often goes boom. Watching from outside, I can see that clearly. And I'm kind of glad to be out of it.

Panel 5: They stop next to a closed clothing store with mannequins in the windows.

Rahim: But it's different for you. You've been shut out--

Marie: I haven't--

Rahim: I'm not blind, Marie. I know you've got no family.

Panel 6: Rahim whips out a present and hands it to Marie.

Rahim: I can't give you the pointless sniping, the tears, the feuding, the tension, the burnt turkey stuffing, or the terrible letdown of Christmas morning, but I CAN, in the spirit of the season, give you this.

Panel 7: Marie opens the present.

Marie [smirks]: A disappointingly practical pair of winter socks!

Rahim [ruffles her hair, or, rather, her toque]: Merry Christmas, grasshopper.

Alt-Text: My parents used to give me underwear a lot, but I figured that having Rahim present Marie with a box full of undies might send rather the wrong message.

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