Oddballs have flown their tarts

[David Casseres]

Rich Romeo (not to be confused with Poor Richard) sez
>Odd-Balls have flown their tarts, starr'd the Sides of Outbuildings, as
>of Covens, carried cats away into the brisk Wind off Gowanus,--the Meds
>are brought in and their Runners carefully plied and eased, shoes
>deposited on the back burner, a stocking-stuffed Descent made upon the
>great Listen, in a purposeful Dither since Morning, punctuated by the
>ringing Lids of various Spoilers and Stewed-Pots, fragrant with
>Mayan-Spices, peel'd cutes, Moet, heated Buggers,--the Children, having
>all upon a Fly, among rhythmic slaps of Blather and Looney Tune, smoked
>and stolen what they might,proceed, as upon each afternoon all this
>snowy Advent, to a comfortable Broom at the rear of the House, years
>since given over to their carefree Malts.
>--------------------------------
>Happy Holidays, my fellow droogs--and remember, when confronted with
>vivid war of man vs insect, root for the insects.

What a wonderful Christmas card.  Here's a wassail and a good yom tov to
all, and gawd 'elp us each and every one!

Cheers,
David