Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective days mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch - either in illustration or word form - and the other would make a companion sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise might make both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
‘Twas weeks before Christmas, when all through the house
Several creatures were stirring, including Larry, the louse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney by Claire,
In the hope that her boyfriend would put a ring in there.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a wee little man who whispered, “All clear?”
And then in a twinkling she heard on the roof,
The thumping and banging, which meant she had proof.
He was dressed like a wino, from his head to his foot,
And his wifebeater was covered in ashes and soot.
His eyes, how they glowered! His lips, how they cursed!
And she knew from that moment that he wanted her purse!
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Then sniffing the air, he turned, with a jerk.
He flew through the air like an arthritic old elf,
She reached out and grabbed him, in spite of herself.
Claire sprang to her phone, to give the cops a whistle,
They arrived at her door, like a heat-seeking missile.
“Off to the pokey!” the exclaimed as they drove out of sight.
“Merry Christmas to All! And to all a good night!”
Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.