I walked out of my front door yesterday and found this little bit of Christmas cheer...I mean, deer waiting for me.
He was anonymously left as a gift by one of our neighbors.
I'm almost positive it is the work of the retired Navy man who lives on our cul-de-sac and loves woodworking. He's such a sweet guy.
I love my little deer. These kinds of small acts of generosity touch me more than I can ever say.
Today I got all of my Christmas chores done. The kids and I baked cookies all day. This was the first year where their "help" actually helped me. We had fun and I got twenty dozen cookies baked and packaged to send to our friends and family.
I hope that people accept our cookies as a sweet gift from our hearts. But what our cookies really say is, "We can't afford real presents this year so please accept these cookies which my kids may or may not have coughed all over."
(Just kidding. I was on serious germ patrol.)
We also spent a couple of hours cleaning the house and finally hanging our stockings by the chimney with care, in hopes that St Nicholas would soon be schlepping his or her fat ass back and forth to the gift hiding place to drag out and wrap presents until he or she can barely see straight.
At least this year Santa will have help and she won't have to wrap it all up all alone.
And that makes me the happiest of all.
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