In loving memory of Marie Christine Fisher, beloved grandmother, who went home to be with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on Christmas morning.
This was inspired by a letter in C.S. Lewis’ “Letters to Children.” May the One who was born, lived, died, and rose again for you warm your heart this Christmas.
“I actually thought up this one all on my own. Hooray! Make sure to check back for a very special Christmas comic.” – Kristi
TO: Queen Susan
SUBJECT: Re: Re: A Really Neat Survey-Rabadash’s Answers
>16. Before this one, whom did you get your last e-mail from? The >lovely Lasaraleen Tarkheena.
Ooooooh! Squeee! You’re a darling, oh Enlightened Prince. I DO hope you’re planning to come to the party at our palace by the shore next month. It would make it THE event of the season. I’ll be wearing my new blue dress. TTFN!
~ Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Beautiful. And Rich. And Clever. And Beautiful. ~
When I first drew last week’s staff snapshot, I couldn’t help but notice that they were all arranged as though they were standing around something. With me as the Fisherdess holding my crook, it wasn’t too much of a jump to imagine this scene. Merry Christmas!