I wasn’t going to wait around for Santa Claus again this year. After all…, I’ve been waiting damn near 10 long years since we put a roof on The Saddle Bar(n) and there is still no Big Screen TV with Home Theater Surround Sound out there. And my poetic license has expired on the statement in my “Tom Russell” piece about acquiring a new CD player. I had the best of intentions when I wrote it, but I still didn’t really have one. After the many years of disappointment regarding the Big Screen TV, I just didn’t think I could count on Santa to deliver even a simple CD player this year. Maybe I should cut ole Santa a little slack since I seem to be a bit remiss myself. But damn it…, that’s his job…, and this writing stuff is only my sometimes pastime.