Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long;
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Dear reader, I hope your Christmas is a merry one and may the new year bring you new joys. It turns out that Shakespyeares last two calender cycles, convenient as I didn't make it through the complete works yet. More to come in 2014. Until then, be well. Raise a glass of rum punch for me. Here are Shakespeare's lines, Chuck Norris, and Enya to cheer your season.