And so the clock is ticking down to Christmas once more. The presents are wrapped, the cards written, the packing under way, and another hopefully relaxing occasion is in prospect, at the end of yet another momentous year.
We have seen Brexit go from hero to zero and beyond. The Tories, under the less than charismatic leadership of Theresa May, went to catch a huge majority, screwed up their campaign, took the electorate for granted, and dropped it.
More potentially illegal behaviour from our free and fearless press was exposed, the clamour for more effective press regulation persisted, the spectre of Leveson part 2 has not gone away, and the likes of Mazher Mahmood face an uncertain future.
The far-right made itself look increasingly stupid, and although it gained a new and determined recruit in pro-am motormouth Katie Hopkins, her star diminished further during the year. Zelo Street correctly told the world that she was being sacked, and that she had then been sacked. Even Press Gazette had to confirm that. Sort of.
And the Press and Pundit Establishment have been held to account, whether they like it or not (usually the latter). This includes many, like the Murdoch mafiosi, their poodles the perpetually thirsty Paul Staines and his rabble at the Guido Fawkes blog, and the UKIP saloon bar propper-uppers, who claim not to be part of it. Bullshit.
Then some of us decided we had to change our minds about Jeremy Corbyn. Sadly, some decided not to, and began to throw a series of mardy strops about which nobody gave a flying foxtrot. There will be more in the New Year.
The result of all that is that we continue to live in interesting times - sometimes it seems that those times can get a little too interesting.
Meanwhile, Zelo Street will be taking a break over the Christmas period. I hope that, whatever your stance on the political spectrum, you enjoy a peaceful festive season.
As one much-missed and famous man might have said, thank you, and may your God go with you.