Eight maids a'milking...the ladies left in a hurry, but they left their pails filled with milk (one even had chocolate milk) on our front sidewalk!!
Nine ladies dancing...this is the aarrgghh part. We are READY to solve the mystery of the Christmas culprit who is spreading all this cheer. Clara and I were sitting on our love seat a mere eight feet from our back door. We heard the tale-tell knock on the back door. Clara (who is faster than lighting) ran to the door, threw it open...to no avail. I ran to the front door to look for activity...to no avail.
We have two more days to solve this mystery!! This is getting SERIOUS!!