Damn!

Everything takes more time every year it seems and this year I'm running very, very late! What with hitching up the reindeer to plow the gate yard, chopping up the old William and Mary chairs for kindling, and replumbing the hot water tap in the kitchen to spew ale, the merry messengers who will carry a package to you haven't even been rounded up yet. I think they're out carousing at a seasonal celebration in the hay mow or behind the barn.

It WILL happen, Rumanci -- your gifts will arrive in time for Twelfth Night, at least.

It's probably, subconsciously, a part of my personal effort to extend the holidays.

SS