a christmas story:

since we have never really had a chimney at any of the houses i have lived, i always asked my parents how santa would get in to deliver the presents. they told me he magically made himself very very small and came in through the keyhole in our front door. this was a fine explination for santa and all, but needless to say, this gave me great concern for the well being of my toys, not to mention the fact that i, as an adult, am now very fearful of evil creatures who could get ahold of santa's shrinking ability and may sneak into my house to do generaly evil and not nice things... consequently - i stuff my all my keyholes with tissue paper and i ask santa to give me a call when he gets to my block so i can leave the door unlocked...

Merry Christmas!!!