Men searching for the perfect ventriloquist dummy for their new project: Harry and Friend. 

 Yesterday we started a new Christmas Eve tradition. We spent the afternoon at a local bookstore each picking out one final gift--for ourselves. Which isn't as gluttonous as it sounds. We are pretty low-key about the season. And, as we feel Christmas is for children, adults don't exchange gifts in our family. And I wanted to go do something fun and maybe a little bit bad. What could be worse than shopping on the Eve? Normally you couldn't drag me into a store in December, not with a thousand flaming unicorns. Turns out, it was a lovely thing to do. Everyone got a new book or movie. We had a nice drive, people were friendly and said "Merry Christmas!" with lots of smiles, and we felt ourselves out, a part of the bustle. I guess since there was no pressure, it was just fun. I chose a new playmobil set, a toy store, to add to our Santa's workshop. Later that night, my daughter set it up. And that was nicest of all, having, for just a moment, a little kid in the house who wanted to play with a toy. I savored each minute. Nice horcrux, by the way....

 The men were in the kitchen making Parker House Rolls! Oh yeah!