Yeah I know, Thanksgiving is over and all the leftovers are eaten.  Thoughts are turning to exercise and dieting! Well at least the wives are eyeing their big bellied husbands with thoughts of celery and carrot sticks dancing through their heads ... or is that Christmas?

I hope that all of you had a good time visiting with relatives and grandkids and are now settling back for a long winters nap ... dang!

Now is the time to ease into the wonderful Yule tide world of Christmas. Puffy white snow and glittering trees, wild eyed kids, presents on knees!

On Comet, on Cupid, on Dancer and Blitzen. On Worm, on Snake, on Goat and Mr. Nixon! When out on the porch was heard such a clatter, that we all grabbed our guns to repel Sheik Ali-Ban A'Statter.

When what to our wondering eyes should appear, but old COB MacFarland grinning ear to ear. He picked up his camera to capture our surprise, but fell down and broke it, again I surmise!

As he lay there a snoring way deep in the snow, a klaxon was heard, three times, no mo'! A great black conn then did appear, and the deck soon followed front to rear. Periscopes whirling and antennas a-whip, hatches popped open and up came the Skip! "What hey, what ho, we found him, let's go." and the crew poured like ants from the various holes.

They stood there a sparkling in their tattered old clothes, looking and smelling like someone's big toes! They gathered the COB in their rough oily hands, and carried him up to his now cheering fans. The crew looked aflutter and vanished into the hive, the Captain then ordered  the boat to full dive.

And as the boat sank to it's home down below, The Captain did grin and put his finger to nose. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good .....glug!!

As most of you can tell, the characters involved are from the '60's crew under Captain Davis! Don't mean to leave the rest of you guys out, that wasn't my intention! We are all brothers of the Spinax 'Phin, but this is just the era that I know the best. There! That's my PC comment for the month!!!