‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the filler
Not a creature was stirring, not even Justin Miller;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Trickolas soon would be there;
The Ellusionists were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of fire watches danced in their heads;
And Mrs. Claus with her ‘kerchief, and I with my wand,
Had just settled in bed for a long winter’s bond,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang up like Tenyo to see what was the matter.
Away to the window like paper that flashes,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sashes…

There’s going to be a guest post or two amid the regular posts for the next week, then back to regular posting. Happy holidays, everyone.