The following was sent to me by a friend - her father wrote this message to her, and I just couldn't resist sharing the holiday love with the rest of the world:

The horde descended on the house yesterday at 7 P.M. and left about 10:30 A.M. today. The four little boys are like a stampeding herd of buffalo -- their rules are, Never walk when you can Run, and Never Place a foot on the floor quietly when you can Jump into the air two feet and THEN crash down with both feet.

What was really hilarious was that about 8 P.M., I got a phone call from the witch that lives downstairs! Despite the fact that the two old crones, on an almost daily basis, operate what sounds like a combination bowling alley and truck loading dock downstairs, with hour between 5 A.M. and Midnight, she had the gall to complain about the NOISE. (It was probably a shock to her to hear ANYTHING from up here, as I am always careful (just out of general habit) to be considerate and not make uneccesary noise). She drilled me a new ear canal for about two minutes straight, without catching a breath, and accused me of a deliberate PLOT to "get even" by dropping balls and other heavy objects on my floor just to spite her (I guess she didn't realize that we had a crew of Mongol Hordes visiting).

At the end, I just told her I was sorry, but that we had some friends over that wanted to look at the possibility of buying our place, and that we did decide to sell it to them, so they and their four kids will be moving in here in about a month, permanently.