Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

My apologies for the dearth of posties of late.  Somehow, as usual, ol’ Robbo let Christmas sneak up on him and, as a result, has suddenly found himself in the usual all-hands-on-deck mad scramble to get everything washed, ironed, planned, cooked, festooned, written, wrapped and post-paid before The Day.  (Because God help us if we fail to achieve a Martha Stewart X-mas!)

Anyhoo, a brief observation:  Every time I see a car this time of year with a red felt “nose” on the grill and a pair of “antlers” displayed above the side doors, I find myself wishing that I had a twin-mount dorsal phaser array aboard my beloved Wrangler with which I could blast said car to Kingdom Come.

Just saying.