The girls next door.

That's terrific. Are you their friend?

Roger, it's the silly little caring things that keep the season sane.

People still care about each other, you just gotta look for it sometimes...

RH

Eeo, I must be. Anyway, they're my friends, now.

I know that, Rockhead. Nobody has ever heard me rave about loving children, but these two are something else. Kind of what we expect kids to be like, but never are.

aaawww, what a nice story, Roger.

That reminds me of another cookie story. When we moved into a new neighborhood many years ago, my next door neighbors were kind of unfriendly. They rarely said hello, and when one of their kids started talking to us, their mother immediately called them into the house. We almost never saw the father and when we did run into him, he just looked the other way.

This went on for several months. When Christmas time came around, I got a package from my mother with lots of German gingerbread cookies. Since she sent so many, I wrapped up one box of cookies and placed them in front of the neighbor's doorstep along with a card on
Christmas Eve.

A few hours later the mother rings my doorbell and is all excited. She
starts to hug me and thank me profusely for the cookies. I thought it
was no big deal, but as I found out, they had German relatives, and every Christmas they received a package with the exact same gingerbread cookies I had given them. However, that particular year, the package was delayed and they had no gingerbread cookies. Everyone
was sad, especially the kids, and then they happen to find mine in front of the door.

So this meant more to them than just a box of cookies. I felt quite good
about myself then, and they were very happy to have some gingerbread
cookies for Christmas. Needless to say, we became friends after that.

Happy Boxing Day, Roger, and thanks for the story.

Boxing Day is another good story.

Yep. Cookies break down all kinds of barriers, right CJ?

They sure do, roger

So, they weren't tough cookies?

I always thought that showing a little bit of kindness can change almost anyone's heart - even when the one receiving it is unkind.

I remember one story in the paper about some young kids being mean to another boy on the subway. There were two boys with a mom or other adult and these two boys were teasing this other little boy (adult not stopping them). The other little boy was with a grandmom and he had some cookies or some other treat. Instead of fighting back, talking back or anything other sort of thing you normally would expect, the grandmom told this little boy to share some of his treats with the other boys. Voila - instant friends.

Re: The girls next door.


Lovely story, roger!

That certainly beats having neighbours from hell! (Like some of us do! :wink: )

My favorite presents are the ones that can't be wrapped--just encapulated in memory.

Delightful memories last forever.

Very sweet, roger.... the girls as well as the cookies.

That is a great story

Im glad someone took the time to make you feel good Roger.

What a great story, Rog. The neighbors on my left are really weird. A big bunch of guys who threw a used tail gate on my lawn and asked me if I could use it.

The neighbors on my right are great. Nice looking man name Brad who wished me Merry Christmas and whose small dog named Bee Bee gave me a special kiss.

Maybe this is simply a redneck way of giving cookies!

Probably so, Linkat. Somewhat like Little Lucifer the Cat bringing you a gift of a mangled mouse. I'm sure she means well.

Those little girls must've been beaming.

Beaming? They were so excited, they couldn't stand still.