Gaudete!

Please rest assured that I am not trying here for a resurrection of the Steeleye Span song in time for a last minute bid for the Christmas number one, although I must say I prefer it over any kind of Cliff Richard pseudo-hymn or the Pogues dreadful ruination of the Fairytale of New York (Christy Moore is the Daddy in this case).
No I say Gaudete because the infernal noise of Christianity from next door has finally ceased. This is either because they have gone out to annoy somebody else's neighbours, or more likely they have gone to spread the word of the Lord (Hallelujah Brother!) in some heathen shopping arcade. Hope they get seriously tempted in the Temples of Mammon.