People like to make a lot of noise in our neighborhood. Here’s what happens a couple weeks before Christmas. Before the fire truck comes, we get 10 minutes of some guy on an ATV blaring sirens to announce Santa’s impending visit.

If you didn’t know this was the week for Santa, you’d be scared half to death that your house was on fire. The first guy’s sirens are as loud as any emergency vehicle and then the fire truck lays it on heavy as it rumbles down the street.

I don’t know who was more scared. Me from the noise, or Santa Claus after he got an eyeful of me. He greeted me on the porch while I was wearing no shoes, shorts with a hole in them, glasses, no make-up and my hair was soaking wet from the shower I just took.

I really hadn’t wanted to talk to him since I knew how frightening I looked in my Saturday morning costume. But he waved at me and I couldn’t just run away. He brought me an apple (???) and a candy cane. It was like reverse Trick-or-Treat, with me as the trick. Santa, please forgive me. I don’t normally look like that.

Stumble it!