Too kind of you to say, Mick, …but frankly I figure we’re all due a little more respect hereabouts than we’re given. Although then the board would fold outa boredom & complacency & the warm fuzzies. 

Hey, don’t change a thing yole softy.  The next words outa yur mouth better be dubious ire & derision & cynicism, mate, or my ol’ pal Myrddin & I ‘ll conjure-up a mini orc frenzy for the Shire as a diversion while pissed leprechauns ferret down into your hobbity holes and rearrange everything of precise hobbit hole perfection & comfort & shiny brass knobs & polished chairs & pegs for hats in all the best rooms on the sunny side facing the gardens…& make it all…….well, …not nearly as comfy…& kinda…messy even…while pinching most of your wacko tobacco &…leaving behind an oozy worm or two.

(ps I thought bears hibernated around now and came out mean and slim in April?).   

…it’s evolution baby!

I hope your Christmas is a peaceful and warm time of intimacy, love and complete nowness. Happy Christmas

...couldn’t have said it any better, …right back at ya.  All a ya.  :o)