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The Source of Sockmas came caroling to our door the lofty Sockmas carol of old:

...On the fifth day of Sockmas, my good friend gave to me: fiiiiiive paaaairs of sooooocks!
Four pairs of socks,
Three pairs of socks,
Two-hoo pairs of socks,
And a pair of reeeally warm socks!

The men of the house were also gifted with many fine pairs of socks -- subdued in color, like the feet of most non-bicycling men, but still jaunty. We shared stories of socks and stories of stories of socks, and the Source of Sockmas shared sneaky tales of late-night stealth sock-dropping missions. D suggested we should have served some nice, warming, alcoholic socktails, but instead we ate tasty cookies.

Source, if you read this, you have done a truly brilliant thing.

Still don't know who the Sockmas benefactor was. Do you? (Was it you?) Anonymous comments are on, IP logging is off, and it seems that my two best guesses were wrong. Well, whoever you were, thank you for the joy.

It's been good to see my brothers, my uncle Waverly, my sister-in-law, and my unbelievably adorable niece and nephew -- and good lord but snowmobiling is fun -- but I'm kind of antsy. Remote northern Michigan is, well, kind of boring, in a way that reminds me of why I left Maine.

On the other hand, it's good to see brother Paul staying in brother Rob and SIL-Diane's hotel for the winter and helping them rent out snowmobiles and take care of the kids. Paul is getting a library science degree from FSU, but he's doing it remotely, so he sort of toodles around the country in his unheated air-cooled 1983 VW Volkswagen for a lot of the year, when he's not parked in our unwinterized cabin in Maine. So, knowing that he has a bed and indoor plumbing and heat for the winter makes me happy. Also, the kids love him, because he's strange. (My whole family: pretty much strange to the core.)

Snowmobile!

Rain of socks, day the third:

Two pair lovely maroon Steve Madden socks (one stripey, one not), and three slightly different pairs of sparkly purple "Grape-licious" grape popsicle ankle socks.

I don't know! I throw my hands up! The sock gods are smiling on me for my years of faithful service! I have no idea what on earth this is about!

Mysterious MailboxSox!

Twice today, I've been coming up the steps and found a little wrapped package labeled only "MOLLY". Both times, I opened the package, and both times I found fabulous socks inside! I've been wearing the orange and red and black and teal sparkly toe socks all day. Let's say that again: sparkly toe socks.

I've always wanted mysterious gifts! Always!