The Gala Day for the woodworkers has come and gone, and some of us are feeling that weird rudderless feeling that happens when you've spent a whole year working toward an event and suddenly it's over. It was marvellous seeing all our work stacked up ready for presentation. Everything looked so colourful. In all we shifted 600 toys, carting them back and forth like an army of ants as we loaded them into the various vans that were to take them away. Next thing is to get together to decide what we will make next year. It's all go here as I imagine it is at your place with only 17 sleeps to go. Over here in Oz we will probably be enjoying our Christmas family get-together in the shadiest spot we can find while we watch the youngsters cooling off in the swimming pool. Hard to imagine folk in other parts of the world wrapped up in the warmest clothing they have. Wherever you are, I hope you will be able to enjoy some of the peace that the season represents. Bye for now until next time.