This is going to be the last one from me for a while. Tomorrow I jump on a plane to Tokyo, and--Old Man Winter willing--on Thursday Heather and I board our flight out to snowy England. Today's version of BA006 actually flew (albeit, significantly delayed), so I'm crossing my fingers and my toes and shining the golden horseshoe up my butt in the hopes that when Thursday rolls around we'll be able to fly, too.
I had meant to pull a Gaiman this year and write something clever and christmassy to put in cards, but I failed, so you're stuck with this from The Man Himself, which is, likely, infinitely better than anything I would have pulled off:
Nicholas Was (sorry about not having some sexy way to embed it)
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