Semester’s over; the students are stacked on the sofa with care.
The white-coated guys from St. Mumbles Home for the Terminally Verbose have trundled the WORD off to a rain-soaked rock for the holidays.
So that’s it for me, too, Gentle Reader. Time to deck the halls and a-wassailing go. Have a lovely holiday, a safe and happy new year, and we’ll see who escapes again in January to trouble a troubled world.
—Ted Pease, WORDmeister and Professor of Interesting Stuff, Christmas 2015
• Editorial Comment: HoHoHo.
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