Twas the day before Christmas and all through the house, machinery was humming, not a one was left out.....

Saws were a spinning, not a one was still.  Rocks were lining up on the sill.

Spheres were a turning with dizzying speed, waiting to be the sphere that you need.

I, in my jeans and Alan in flannels, have settled with dinner and family and wine.

Happy Holidays all.