I perceive the perpetual porcine poetry polemic is proceding predictably. I have taken the liberty of modifying this piece of classical literature, to bring it more in line with the nature of the list. Art, I hope this wasn't copyrighted! Everyone knows That a reindeer can't fly. He don't got no wings. We assume that is why. That myth is exploded; The truth he now bares. That Santa is pulled By eight flying sea hares. Yes! Up in the sky! See them come! They look swell! So clearly molluscan, Though lacking a shell. Bringing shells to collectors; Shapes lovely and odd;. And always delivered By eight gastropods. There's Conus and Oliva; Murex and Bulla. On, Chlamys and Harpa! On, Glans and Ampulla! Oh, see how their mantles Sweep the dark from the night. A wonderful vision: Mollusks in full flight. Lord bless you. We wish you Most Happy New Year. May Santas eight snails Bring you comfort and cheer.