Hark the Herald Angel* Sing...

...in a tiny, squeaky voice that sound a lot like a bee or a mosquito or somewhere in between. I am spending my last hour on earth making teeny ornaments and blipping. Now I am going upstairs and curling up against Mr. M, just in case.

*not so very realistic, more like a cross between an albino bee, a badminton shuttlecock and a snowman but am I ever glad I didn't throw away those bits of chiffon and the anemic looking tubular beads.