The Bumble and Elvis
I'm sitting in my basement office, and I'm starting to cover surfaces with assorted Xmas gear. Strands of lights and santa snowglobes and a stuffed Bumble squeaky toy that my dog tore into within seconds (gorged the squeaky device right out of the back of the bumble's neck) so I had to take it away from him and keep it myself, which I probably would have done anyway because I’m a huge Bumble fan. There's something about the Bumble that makes him my favorite Xmas character. He was the ultimate reclamation project, judged like a book by its cover….but ultimately he proved himself a sweet mess once you got to know him. I think it was a bit cruel that Yukon Cornelius went all Laurence Olivier/Marathon Man on the Bumble's chompers, but things were a little less politically correct in those days. The Bumble for sure is a better roll model than Santa and his misogynistic reindeer, who all bullied the shit out of poor Rudolph and then came groveling when it was decided that maybe he was useful after all. Rudolph should have told them all to fuck off and pissed off to somewhere warm with Clarice and the Dentist. What a lesson that would have been to bratty kids and their MAGA parents, eh?