The Mistletoe. . .

Well, this li'l shaver is bringing our holly wreath with mistletoe. It has been "blessed," Check out the description from Getty Images:
We're tacking this up at 6 PM in an appropriate location (a hallway, just to stay properly public!). Take advantage of it to let your fellow comment posters know how you feel about them. You ladies have to watch out for sexy engineer Sam, who has amply earned the nickname, The Mistletoe Missle. I'm taking Rosangel there as soon as I can get that danged camera off her shoulder and, guys, I'm taking first dibs on Jackie-Oh, too.
You know, when I contemplate our crew of lady posters - Jewel, Ms.Rubin (although I'm afraid of her husband; I hear he's the jealous sort - and for good reason!), Beth, Ruthie, Gauloises (in that killer corset, no less!), C1, Dwiz, aw, hail, the list is endless. . . all I can say is that a fella (or lady) can end up needing a chap-stick the size of a tube of Pringles before he's done! What the hail, though, I'm on my fourth GE, it's the holidays and, as I find myself asking at least once a day: What's the worst that can happen (apart from someone pressing charges). . .
Happy Holidays, everyone.
PS - If and when the Comments on the Virtual Holiday Party go over the 1,000 mark, move the action over here. See y'all at 9 PM or so. . .
-- Pete