Deck the Halls with Boughs of Drowsy

Sleeping dog, sleeping Lark, sleeping chestnut tree.

I am sleepy, too.  This morning I woke with the whole day stretched in front of me, and all I want to do is sleep.  I have eight Christmas presents I need to make before tomorrow night, though.  How is this going to happen? 

Send in the elves*, please.

To help you avoid your Christmas gift making, here are snapshots from the last week and a half, excepting (most of) those my children took and leaving off all the pictures I took of things I intended to sell on Ebay over the weekend, but never did.

(*Any size will do, as long as they're handy.)