lurker's comment: and now, some holiday spam (what, you were expectorating a turducken?)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even Bede and the monks;
The cats were placed by the cities with care,
In hopes that bowmen soon would be there;
The rocks were loaded, all snug with their craddles;
while visions of wonders danced in their heads;
And the arab in his silly hat, and I with beer on tap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the plains there arose such a clatter,
Gma sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But AK and three tiny armies, all poised to attack,
With a hardly a quiiver, so lively and quick,
Scout knew in a moment this should be over right quick.
More rapid than eagles the armies they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, maces! now, trebs! now, templars and horsemen
On, Jumbo! on bowman! on, axes and rifles!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! (after affixing bayonets and setting hair afire)
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

salutations to all and to all a good night. still lurking (more screenies please)