A blessed joyous Merry Christmas to my dear readers, with a reminder to my enemies, especially those nasty indefatigable creatures responsible for inserting all those typos, that there is hope for you yet.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him up in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds watching, and keeping the night watches over their flock.
And behold an angel of the Lord stood by them, and the brightness of God shone round about them; and they feared with a great fear.
And the angel said to them: Fear not; for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, that shall be to all the people: For, this day, is born to you a Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, in the city of David.
And this shall be a sign unto you. You shall find the infant wrapped in swaddling clothes, and laid in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly army, praising God, and saying:
Glory to God in the highest; and on earth peace to men of good will.
And confusion to men of bad will.
You loyal readers and supporters who have stuck with us these many years have been the best present any loudmouth writer could get. Thank you.
Oh, start thinking of your predictions for what will happen in the coming year, which promises to be a tumultuous one. Our Annual Contest starts on New Years Day.
God bless you all.
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Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas
And a Very Merry Christmas to You.
And to you as well!
Merry Christmas, Briggs. Keep up the good work.
My AI woke up and started speaking. I grabbed a pen and jotted the words down, and this is what it said:
In a town where numbers dance and play,
Billy Briggs, the statistician, brightens the day.
With graphs and charts, his stories he tells,
In a world of data, where he joyously dwells.
Each Christmas, with stats, he spreads cheer,
Finding patterns in snowflakes, year after year.
With a laugh full of warmth, under festive light’s fringes,
Merry Christmas from Billy, where probability hinges!
Merry Christmas and blessings to you, Mr. Briggs!
Merry Christmas, Matt to you and yours!! Love the full scripture!! Thank you!!
God’s dearest blessings to all of us!!!
C-Marie
Merry Christmas and may we wear the Armour of God to protect us in the coming years.
Merry Christmas, Briggs!
Happy Birthday to our Lord, Saviour, the Logos Incarnate, the Son of God, Final Judge of the living and the dead, Scourge of heretics and Marxists, Confounder of Experts, Authority above all governments, Maker and Controller of all weather, Creator of heterosexuals, Conceiver of Immortal Souls, Love above all other loves, our One and Final End – Jesus Christ!
Yay, Johnno!!! Yes, Jesus Christ is all of that !! and Yay John!! The armour of God daily, for sure!!!
God bless, C-Marie
You sure have some strange Christmas trees on your ranch. God bless you, one and all.