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== Christmas Story ==


'''Brad Dowdy:''' Yeah. Yeah. There's lots of dubious rhymes, but we certainly could not have put this together. All right. You want to kick off? Yeah. So it's titled, A Visconti from St. Nicaea, Twas the Knock Before Christoph.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' Twas the knock before Christoph went all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The safaris were hung by the chimney tops with care in hopes that St. Nicaea soon would be there.

'''Myke Hurley:''' The Kaveikas were nestled all snug in their brass towns while visions of scribble pens danced in their heads. A mama with her Christoph and I with my capless had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' When out on the Lamy there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bick to see what was the matter. Away to the window, I flew like a flash, tore open the Sharpies, and threw up the Sarasa.

'''Myke Hurley:''' That's the first. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave a luster of midday to pens down below, when what to my wondering eyes did appear but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny render K's.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nock. More rapid than inner gels, his coursers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

'''Myke Hurley:''' Now Diamine, now Denitrio, now Parker and Vision, on Copic, on Cupid, on Doan, and Blackwing, to the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' As leaves that before the wild high tower fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of pens and St. Nicaia too.

'''Myke Hurley:''' And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicaia came with a bound.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all patinaed with ashes and soot. A bundle of field notes he had flung on his back, and he looked like Myke Hurley just opening his rucksack.

'''Myke Hurley:''' His eyes, how they twisbeed! His dot grid, how merry! His cheeks were like roadies, his nose like a cherry. His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' The stump of a pilot he held tight in his teeth, and the ink it encircles his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.

'''Myke Hurley:''' He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself. An ink of his eye and a twisbee of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' He spoke not a word, notebook, but went straight to his work, and filled all the knockings, then turned with a jerk. And laying his fisher space pen aside of his nose, and giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

'''Myke Hurley:''' He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and they all flew like the dowdy of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, Happy penness to all, and to all a good right. Happy holidays, everybody. Happy holidays, everybody. Thank you so much to David for turning that in for us. It was quite a treat. If you want to catch our show notes for this week, head on over to relay.fm slash penaddict slash 186. Thanks again to our great sponsors this week, the people over at Squarespace, Pen Chalet, and Harry's. We will be back now in 2016. Have a fantastic holiday season. Have a fantastic new year. We hope that you get all of the stuff that you want, and maybe then buy some extra parts as well. Have a great one. Say goodbye, Brad Dowdy.

'''Brad Dowdy:''' Goodbye, Brad Dowdy. Happy Penmas, everyone. Happy Penmas.

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