It's Christmas Eve now, and time for the Blob to knock off for a couple of days of revelry and assorted other merriment. But because the Blob is a cultured joint, I'll leave you all with a line of prose poetry from Dylan Thomas, whose "A Child's Christmas In Wales" is the Blob's favorite Christmas work:
“All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find ..,”
May all your Christmases (or holidays in general) roll down toward the two-tongued sea. Joy to all.