Okay, Padraic.  You're forgiven.  But that was quite a close call.  I
almost had to send a carrier pigeon to Santa, and you know how hard he is
to find at this time of the year.

However, I offer as a translation challenge this phrase:

"Why that Christmas thievin', badger lovin', undrhanded, no good....
cry havock and let y-slip ye peacockes of warre!"

I'd translate it myself, but at the moment I have eighteen things to do,
and all of them are annoying.

By the way, am I the only one listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons at this
time of the year?