It's the most wonderful time of the year...so the song goes. And I really do love it. I'm not one of those over-the-top holiday zealots, but there are a lot of traditions that I do so enjoy. Tonight we got the tree up, and I read The Polar Express to the boys before bed. All this merriment and holiday festivity got The President to thinking..."Mom, I hope I don't poot on Christmas...because that would be rude to the Baby Jesus on His birthday."