Why yes, Christmas is good. I walk into my messy workroom, clean up a few things and notice a box on the floor, where the pappasan used to be. For some odd reason I open it up. Lots of odds and ends, my Anglo-saxon pocket primer, and….*drum roll please* my reading glasses!!!!! Oh yeah, and my cardholder with the really hot sheriff’s number in it. So, now I can see both near and far, as my backseat movie watching glasses are in my car, and my reading glasses can now reside in my computer case again. Yippee!!!!