Merry Christmas indeed! Old Saint Nick normally just leaves me a couple lumps of coal, so I have to take care of horseman1 myself. At my request, Larry Potterfield is sending me my first bullet mould (452 200 gr swc) and a scale to replace the Hornady that did a swan dive off of my reloading bench. I would seem that I was not nearly as well behaved as you were this year. I might score some new socks too, if everything goes well.