At last a chance for the snow dribblers to appear, the mere thought of that secret sauce should be enough to bring them out. But drop bears? My! my! those purple flower elves have been busy this year. Still another single malt was ordered ''this should edit that idea of elves and work to reinstate the little fat bearded gent in green'' said one of our group as we drained our glasses. Atnas! Atnas! Atnas! Three cheers for the little gent was chanted as we walked backwards for Christmas. Well we tried walking sideways and walking to the front. The tavern said ''stop there we have heard this before.'' Somewhere a noise was heard, as it fell through the trees and landed on a patch of swiftly moving green and red cabbages. Onward! Onward they chorused.