Pete's Route

Pete's Route starts from the back yard--cutting through from Fischer's to our house. He crosses the driveway, sometimes sniffs at the garage door and then politely walks along the front path to the front step. Sometimes Pete checks in with us at the window. (He didn't today because there's a lot of water dripping off the eaves this morning.) Then he crosses in front of the Library windows and heads on to Southhampton Drive.

His report is most reassuring. "Perimeter secured. No unusual activity. All is well."

Mom and Dad have never seen Pete.
He's a ghost, in the night.
Probably a former Ranger or SEAL.

He slips in under cover of night.
Leaving only carefully crafted footprints.
Day to day he will find the same foot prints and use them over an over. We only see the new prints when there's fresh snow fall.

(Which right now has been every silly day! . . . There is SO much snow right now. It's like it's all being delivered early. What will be left for January, February and March? . . . . . . mom just advised me to, "Not think about that right now. It's Christmas Eve Day, let's worry about how Santa's going to make it tonight." )

YIPES!!!!

SANTA!!!!!


I forgot about the jolly old elf.

QUICK! Make cookies! Shovel the roof! Get the stockings hung!

OH NO! I forgot to be GOOD!!!

hope he didn't notice anything