Our eldest son, Caleb, gave Craig a set of Star Trek DVDs as a token of appreciation for some truck repairs his father did for him. We watched a few tonight. You forget how cheesy these things are! When we were kids they were soooo cutting edge. Now they're comedic fodder for endless snide asides as we watch Captain Kirk bravely go where no man has gone before. I sat and scissored away at a vintage book of children's Christmas stories, circa 1960s. An assortment of 28 tags were completed by the end of the first DVD and are on their way to Etsy.