The crowning of Charlemagne is one of those fun history facts that gets ingrained into one’s brain after too many years in Catholic school. Christmas Day, 800 A.D. I know what you’re thinking: “Hey, isn’t that supposed to be Pope Leo the no-one-gives-a-shit instead of a monkey pope?” To which I say “Were you there? No? I didn’t think so.” Ooh, burn! I’ve also taken liberties with the presence of a Christmas tree, but then again, I never once claimed to be wholly accurate with my drawings, now have I?

Fun fact about ol’ Charlie: his father’s name was Pepin the Short. I feel like if you’re rocking the name Pepin, you’re not striking fear into the hearts of your enemies to begin with. To add “the short” after it is just rubbing salt into the wound. Does anyone else think we should bring back titles with names? When did that cease to be a thing, and whose stupid idea was it to stop? “Hi, I’m Bob the Fierce, and this is my wife Cindy the Leggy, and our son Peter the Stinky.” I bet it would make it ten times easier to remember someone’s name after that!

It’s been far too long since I’ve done one of these stick figure drawings, but I am totally committed to doing more. (And ignore my previous post talking about my issues with commitment.)

I’m pretty sure all the stories we hear about Thanksgiving are complete bull. I’m sure there was a meal or something involved at some point, but considering the fate of Native Americans in this country, how on earth are we supposed to believe that all parties hung out for some turkey and pie? Then again, there was the Christmas Truce of 1914. If the British and Germans could hang out for a day during a war, surely could the pilgrims and Native Americans, right? Oh, and the monkey of course.