Good Times

Here's the note that we received after we were "Twelve Days of Christmassed".  This year was a lot of fun, hearing the doorbell ring, and all the kids racing to the door to try and catch the elusive family that was dropping off gifts on the doorstep.

We never actually caught the culprits, as Mom always seemed to be mopping, or ironing in front of the door each day.  Quite the coincidence.  But when we finally found out who it was, we discovered that they had been wearing ski masks, and parking around the corner, to avoid detection.  Luckily they also avoided police detection!  We loved it.

Another tradition is feeding the reindeer on Christmas Eve.

And leaving out cookies for Santa, and a wee glass of milk. 

This thoughtfulness obviously paid off.

Good Times.