…that I knew that in a moment it must be Saint Nick.”

• 

  “He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
  and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.”*

This fellow delivered the last of the building supplies for the picnic shelter/pavilion today.  He was enjoying himself and taking a fiendish delight in holding up some Seattle traffic while unloading.

Now, we wait for the elves to finish with Christmas and start on the building.

Cheers,
Tom

*Apologies to Clement Clark Moore