There hasn't horridly been scene nor herd made from my Santa for the quiet sum of time. I can only hope you're merely busy with your work and that Yule drop a hint (or at least a "straight line") in my whey soon--jest as a means to wound some thyme wile I weight with heavy heart. So pleas, cast your Magic Yule-tied Spell-check upon this anxious recipient of Future gifts of Present from Days Of Your, and help separate this prose from the amateurs.