"Good tidings of great joy"

Nothing gets the Christmas Spirit flowing quite like a Nativity re-enactment. Am I right? Yeah, I am.

What better way to remember that a Savior is born? 

Personally, I'm surprised that the angel outfits last as long as they do before getting stained. I guess all that dreaming of a white Christmas helps... 

Anyway, Merry Christmas to all the peoples (and all the Creechers too!) And we'll see you in 2016!

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

Christmas time; Santa, cookies, and Santa cookies. Snow, angels, snow angels and snow angel cookies! Where was I going with this? Oh yeah! It's that time of the year again, that time of peace on earth, good will to men, women and Creecher's alike. Speaking of whom, the Creecher's found these online, at mormon.org, and wanted me to share with you what they're celebrating this Christmas. Don't hesitate to go there and print off your own and share your own glad tidings. Merry Christmas!

Hallo, Halloween!

Here's something you might recognize.... of course, you might not too. It depends how long you've been keeping up with the going's on going on with these guys.

Allow me to explain. This picture is from last Halloween, just a couple months before I decided to start this blog, so those of you who weren't aware of us before then wouldn't recognize this picture. I did however, post it to my face book last October, and that's how some of you may recognize it. No worries if this is your first time seeing it, we understand completely. 

Either way, it's Halloween once again, so now I can post this to here as a patriotic retro post, and not have it weirdly out of place, like it would have been at any other point throughout the almost year this blog's been around.

It's Autumn!

 It's that time of year again! Breathe in that fall air! The weather has made a turn to chilly, the leaves are abandoning their roots (pun intended), and pumpkins are showing up everywhere. This beautiful season calls for a drawing! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaf-ing.

Presently presenting Jeffery.

If you would, please allow me the privilege of introducing a Creecher who's stuck around since the very first days of the Creecher Universe. Don't believe me? That's him on the farthest left here, and on the right beside Ray here.

This is Jeff, dubbed Jeff 'Bear hugs' on account of his trademark embraces; so tight, they're almost chiropractic, but still congenially therapeutic. Speaking of big words, Jeff wants me to point out that the reason hugs are such a relief is that they release oxytocin and serotonin, which, without getting to deep into it, bring about feelings of trust, empathy, and joy, doing away with loneliness, stress, and anger.
He also knows that along with a hug, a big smile, and just being there to listen can make a world of difference. We won't go into the psychological terminology behind all that, no matter how much Jeff wants to, because if we do, you'll get bored.
With his big heart, big smile, and winning hugs, it's no wonder Jeffery has stood the test of time, and will most likely continue to for many years to come.

From Hero to There-o

  About four months before this blog started up, I had the idea to peer into the subconscious of our dear Creecher's in what I called the 'Dream Collection' , and I drew a draft of the work below, along with the piece featured in 'Second Post', and was fully ready to draw more. Unfortunately, the idea ended up put to the side when my location changed, and this drawing stayed untouched, until now.
  So, here it is, looking great, and you know.... I still don't know who's dreaming; Mark, or Alexa?

They call him 'Shorty'

Since these three all have one common factor, that being the lovable pre-teen known solely as Shorty, I figured it'd be okay to throw 'em in all at the same time.
You know what? This is a good time to officially introduce Shorty to you all. Shorty's family is the newest on the block, they're all welcomed with open arms; Gregory, Suzanne, and their two boys, Mark and Shorty.
Shorty is victim of a nick-name that fits him like an ugly glove whose interior is coated with superglue. (I stand by my metaphor.) That is to say, people know and grow familiar with his nickname long before they even know he has an actual name. Luckily, it doesn't bother him.... too much...
Tenea thinks the world of Shorty, from the first moment she sees him. Unfortunately, no one told Shorty. The poor fella most of the time is oblivious to, or scared of the possibility of a romantic relationship.

 I drew this next piece one day in French class when literally nothing was going on. You know, one of those days when the majority of the already minuscule class was on a field trip of some sort. To justify drawing it, I translated it, to the best of my 12th grade French ability. Either way, it's evident Shorty doesn't mind a few quiet hours with nature.

Of course, nature isn't the only place he can relax, though it's a rarity to catch him like this, he knows the only way to keep his grades up, is to stay well rested.