Hidey Ho Ho Ho

FYI: I'm puttin' on my Santa hat today. . .

I'm stuffing my coat pockets and purse with goodies—nuts, candy, an apple and orange, and assorted small gifts—and then driving to my mother's house with my husband. (She lives over an hour away.) And, in the sneakiest, most conniving manner I can conjure up, I plan to empty the contents into the decorative Christmas stocking that Mom has hanging on the wall.

I wonder how many casual unobtrusive passes along that wall—on the way to the bathroom perhaps—will I need to make to complete the job.

My heart will likely be beating a mile a minute and my breathing will become shallow as I go about my Secret Santa duties. The goal, after all, is that I not be discovered. It's worked in the past. It has taken her days to notice the expanded girth of the stocking. We'll see if it works today.

P.S. I hope that she has her stocking in place, and that her intuition is suppressed by the cool rainy weather we're having today. Wish me luck.