Well, it's almost Christmas, Santa. I know it's late in the season, but I'm hoping since I'm sending this electronically you can still manage to deliver these gifts to the MB folks as you make your rounds. But before we begin, I'd like to point out that your fitness has not improved since last year, and you haven't found a way to eliminate the "travelling" nature of your job. Yeah, I know it's only one night a year, but still...

So let's get down to business, Santa...

To MikeStillSmiling: A governor on his resentment generator, with a well-buffered feedback mechanism to allow him to continue looking at the big picture when his focus setting gets jostled....again!.

To LR: Two large, brightly wrapped, self-rattling packages under her tree to drive her "bats" trying to figure out what her presents are, until it dawns on her that her helpers unwrapping them ARE the best gifts she'll ever receive.

For AI: An unqualified "negative" report

To CP: A reconciliation with the part of his family that has become strained and uncomfortable

To Brainy: The world's fastest, most extensive file of MB resources...and a much more stylish library outfit than the one already displayed.

To Trip:The same type of reference file, but specialized in diseases and pathologies

To Markos and Prisca: Two pre-paid tickets to wherever they need to go together to get back in sync. (Remember, Santa, for this we can use those credits from my unused trips to Hell and back which I cancelled after finding MB.)

To HelpForDad: A translation engine to facilitate the focus-shift from affair-specific to general-life problems and issues

To BlackViolet, fifteenyears, and DoroM: Nothing, except the appreciation for the gifts they've been presented by their BHs, dwarfing the value of anything you and I can devise, Santa.

To indiegirl: In recognition of her eerie ability to anticipate my disjointed thoughts, a month's stay in a spa to cleanse her mind of "NG Weirdness"

To Kiss: The determination to learn from BV, XVY, and DM

To RQ: K's gift in reflection

To Pep and T&L: The courage to fearlessly post those bikini photos we were teased with. Now THAT would be a wallpaper worth having......

To TranquilDark: A sooner, as opposed to later, internalization of the fact that waiting for a dawdling, pastry-munching wayward has "opportunity costs" associated with it.

To LoosingMyLife: The ability to learn from TD

To SugarCane: A sleep-aid for those times she would otherwise be MB-posting at 3AM her time

To KGaa: A customized GPS which reinforces that "home" will be wherever his family waits for him each evening

To the BSs with unredeemed WSs who remain here: Whatever they want. Their fortitude provides their brothers and sisters strength and endurance better than any fitness supplement.

To MelodyLane: A perpetual calendar with each 09 January marked with a star. And one superb Brooklyn pizza (half pepperoni, half anchovies), just to ruin her taste for all those packaged imposters.

To the Mods, especially Little Mermaid and Asbestos: A bogus "zap" button with NG printed on it in large letters, to (hopefully) distract them from my usual excursions into envelope-pushing.

To the many struggling BSs: Strength, Patience and Hope.

To the Harleys: Another fifty years of marriage

And for NG: Just the continued blessing of being the last thing at night, and the first thing in the morning, that bride sees.

To all and sundry: A slam-bang musical finish, filmed in NOO YAWK:

And to our good friend, NG: some TEXAS BEEF and a jar of ML's home made Pico de Gallo. And a star on January 9th, a very good day..

...a star on January 9th,

I originally had "circled with a heart" but figured I didn't need Mr. Lane, or Junior, misinterpreting! It turns out I am allergic to buckshot!

Merry Christmas, amiga!

To all my very good friends, the north American MBers: a luxury trip to London and a few other (not as significant) places in Europe.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.....and not one limerick stuck in there.....

EAOTP.

Love your list, NG, it can't be bettered! (And I do have a spa day booked, how did you know??!!)

To all my MB friends, I wish you Pep's wisdom, NG's eloquence, Melody Lane's toughness, Pokerface's insight, Scotland's heart, Caracal's sense of adventure, Neak's wit, Peachy's unstoppability (its still her name to me!)

From the rest, I wish you their skill in using humour in the face of disaster which will see you through anything.

As it did me

Thanks NG I received my new outfit early!!

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What gift do you get for the person who has everything?

Merry Christmas, friends.

First off; I shall not do an image search for "librarian outfit" without some hard-tuned profanity filters on... I don't think you can search the word "the" without some sort of naughtiness showing up (Even though Brainy's H just might enjoy a little Librarian outfit).

For my immediate future; the side of the facility I work on is being converted to concentrate on rehabilitation patients... they have even taken away some of my long-term LOLs and sent them to the other side... which means I should be subjected to less random goosings.

Thanks for the wishes, brother. Hoping you and yours have a tremendous holiday!

Nice pic Triple H and Mrs. Triple H.

Yes Brainy's Husband asked about the librarian outfit.

I found this and thought I would share (i did make a slight change)

Twas the night before Christmas for moms

It was the night before Christmas,
when all thru the abode
only one creature was stirring,�
and she was cleaning the commode.

The children were finally sleeping,
all snug in their beds,
while visions of XBox and Barbie,�
flipped through their heads.

The WH was no longer snoring in front of the TV,
with a half-constructed bicycle on his knee.
So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
which made her sigh, "Now what's the matter?"

With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
she descended the stairs, and saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a shrug,
"Oh great," muttered the mom, "Now I have to clean the rug."

"Ho-ho-ho!" cried Santa, "I'm glad you're awake.
Your gift was especially difficult to make."
"Thanks, Santa, but all I want is some time alone."
"Exactly!" he chuckled, "I've made you a clone."

"A clone?" she asked, "What good is that?
Run along, Santa, I've no time for chit-chat."
And before her stood the mother's twin;
Same hair, same eyes, same double chin.

"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.
You relax, take it easy, watch The Young & the Restless."
"Fantastic!" the mom cheered. "My dream come true!
I'll shop. I'll read. I'll sleep a whole night through!"

From the room above, the youngest began to fret.
"Mommy?! I'm scared...and wet."
The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart."
"Hey," the mom smiled, "She knows her part."

The clone changed the small one, and hummed a tune,
as she bundled the child, in a blanket cocoon.
"You�re the best mommy ever. I really love you."
The clone smiled and sighed, "I love you too,"

The mom frowned and said, "Sorry Santa, no deal.
That's my child's love she's trying to steal."
Smiling wisely Santa said, "To me it is clear,
Only one loving mother, is needed here."

The mom kissed her child, and tucked her into bed.
"Thank you Santa, for clearing my head.
I sometimes forget, it won't be very long,
When they'll be too old, for my cradle-song."

The clock on the mantle began to chime.
Santa whispered to the clone, "It works every time."
With the clone by his side Santa said, "Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, Mom, you'll be all right.


For all the plan B'er parents..........we all will be alright. Merry Christmas.

God bless you, NG. And all of my MB friends who got me through a rough year.

~RQ

This is amazing!