Well then, Merry Acowlytes. It’s the time of year again when visions of sugar plums dance in the heads of dreaming children, little drummer boys go parrum-a-pum-pum, partridges perch in pear trees and countless other similar surreal events unfold.

There’s no way The Cow can begin to compete with the many bizarre spectacles of Christmas, so it remains for me to simply wish you all a Merry Yuletide, and the best of all things as we approach 2010. Thanks for all your wit, wisdom and humour (I use all those words advisedly) in 2009, and make sure you’re here at The Cow to ring in the new on January 1! You know you’ll have to hand in your medals if you’re not. That means you too, Tom.

Hristos se rod!
Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom!
Feliz Natal!
Nollick ghennal as blein vie noa!
Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto!
Gledileg Jol!

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I don’t expect many of you to get the joke in the cartoon above. But for those who remember the tedious long religious carol services of our youth, there should be a laugh. I hope.

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