For those that are dying to be poked by me, now is the time. After New Year's Day, there will be no more poking until Thanksgiving. I leave the pokes for the holidays. So to speak.
And to think, 2000+ yrs ago about this time, 3 dudes in a Bethlehem gas station were saying, "Damn, what do we get Him? Ooh, they have myrrh! Bob, see if they have some frankincense. We may pull this out our asses yet, gentlemen!"