Here's a true story from my world that took place in the wee hours this AM.
I got up for my AM run, as usual. Popped out the door ready to take to the roads (well, sidewalk really), and I looked immediately left. Low and behold, someone had levered our wiresculpted, light adorned reindeer right off the mantle to which it was posted on the outside of our house. Can you believe it?
Believe it. It had to happen, according to the reckoning of the household residents, some time between 10:30 PM Sunday (last seen) and 6:30 AM Monday (the time I spotted the big hole in our string of lights). No doubt, some good Christian had decided to liberate our wire deer to place her somewhere else.
I can see it now.
Friend: "Hey Sonny, where'd ya get that new deer with lights on it?"
Sonny: "Oh, I just liberated it from some of dem folks up on the hill. They won't miss it."
Friend: "Let's raise our glass (fill in bad beer brand here) and toast Rudolph. She's a beaut!
Sonny: "Yahoo, I'm going tonight to get the other one on the other side of the window. Got to have a matching set!" Want 'ta Come?
Friend: "Shit ya! Slam that (insert favorite shot here), and let's git."
Sonny: "oh, yeah. You got that ladder on your truck still? Let's go get Rudolph a friend."
Well, we are going to leave our deer up on the other side of the house. You know, turn the other cheek as it were. Let's hope Santa is delivering coal to one more house this season.