The Holiday season of Good Cheer seemed everywhere in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa; so much so that the Face of Everyman lost track of how much Eggnog he was serving his guests.  He was dismayed to see that little Elvis had been licking the swizzle sticks.  Even that small amount was more than a youngster’s stomach could handle.  The venerable sage asked his Mom to take him home while he could still walk.