Actually, far darker and more sinister, it's the Night Before Christmas at the Home of The Thing of the Moment.
As I mention at Facebook, I'm preparing for my Christmas tradition of waking up, weeping, cold, frightened and alone in my unheated apartment, praying for the light so I can get up for my usual Christmas breakfast of a cigarette and a glass of ice water.
Hee...I slay myself.
A very The Thing of the Moment hello to the very thorough, archive diving, post clicking, new Gentle Viewer from Verizon in Upper Washington State. (I know, I have no idea what a 'very The Thing of the Moment hello' is either.)