As you know, I don't get much shop time, but I can relate to a Santa's hard work on the after-hours end of things.
My house is kind of funny Paul, we don't really wait until Christmas to open gifts, its kind of a month long open-gifts-as-we-see-fit kind of thing. We let Alyson have this trampoline type bouncer and must say this Santa was not too happy at having to spend 2 hours putting that pile of steel and plastic together. Even with Mrs Claus helping it was not fun.
That 2 hours of complete frustration was only tempered by Alyson's enthusiasm. The bouncer has a hand bar thing for the little ones to hold onto and as she walked by it last night to go to bed she said, "That's my snowmobile daddy." (It does kind of resemble a snowmobile). Yes it made my day.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"