Now, you’re probably going to think this is from one of those sappy Christmas movies, but this really did happen. Just as I was finishing up my previous post about missing my Mom’s cookies, a car drove up in the dark. Someone knocked on the door, and ran away. At my doorstep, was a plate of iced cookies, cut into Christmas shapes, pretty and festive, like my Mom’s. There were also and chocolates wrapped in foil. The note said, we had just been “Claus’d” by two of my son’s classmates.
So maybe we are never alone.