Quote of the Day (Ogden Nash, on Christmas for a Harried Hubby)

“The days of September, October, November are like globules of 

   water on the forehead of a tortured prisoner dropping;

Each is another day on which he has done no Christmas shopping.

At this point the Devil whispers that if he puts it off until Christmas  

  Eve  the shops will be emptier,

A thought that which nothing could be temptier,

But Christmas Eve finds him bedridden with a fever of nearly  

  ninety-nine degrees, and swaddled in blankets up to his neck,

So on Christmas morn he has nothing for Mrs. Revere but a kiss and

   a check,

Which somehow works out fine, because she enjoys being kissed

And the check is a great comfort when she sits down on December  

  26th to compile her next year’s list.”—Ogden Nash (1902-1971), “All’s Noel That Ends Noel:  Or, Incompatibility is the Spice of Christmas,” in Christmas at The New Yorker: Stories, Poems, Humor, and Art, from the Editors of The New Yorker (2003)