Inspired by The New Yorker magazine's annual 'Christmas Greetings' column, I present my holiday felicitations to some folks who deserve them and some others who need all the good wishes they can get.
To letter carriers, package deliverers, and other bearers of glad tidings.
To cookie bakers and fruitcake haters.
To curmudgeons, misanthropes, and all would-be Scrooges and Grinches.
To men who wander into the women's lingerie department without knowing their wives' sizes.
To the Salvation Army and other ringers of bells.
To angels who've just gotten their wings, and to other angels who can't quite get the hang of this wing business.
To doctors and nurses and other angels of mercy who will work on Christmas Day.
To department store Santas.
To mothers of cranky, whining children.
To directors of Christmas plays and pageants.
To those who turn off their mobile phones when they are at concerts.
To those who seek the meaning of Christmas beneath the flotsam and jetsam of our materialistic culture.
To snow-plough drivers.
To all who must travel.
To the waltzing snowflakes whose feet are aching, and to the Sugar Plum Fairy who has a head cold.
To storytellers and other makers of magic.
To our companion animals, even though they try to eat the Christmas decorations.
To keepers of cats who have yet to realise that the cats are keeping them.
To alien races out among the stars (especially the Vogons who really need a shot of Christmas spirit).
Which reminds me...
To the Italics who keep HooToo running and who are happily enjoying time away.
To the Post staff and writers, the Aces, Gurus, Scouts, Sub-editors, Community Artists, UnderGuide volunteers and all those who contribute their time and talents to the site.
To all the Researchers who read and write and share their thoughts.
To all our visitors.
And to many other unsung heroes and to those who are striving for peace on Earth and understanding among all nations,
'Merry Christmas and God bless us, everyone!'