All year long, one of my neighbors gets packages. When a UPS truck comes down the street, it will pull up at their house. Ditto FedEx. Twice a day, usually. This gets tiresome, and I wonder if they have a thriving eBay business, for instance. All those packages! All that stuff!
For the last few weeks, all the trucks have been stopping in front of my driveway. Both UPS and FedEx, and just now, a fellow pops in with two packages, but I don’t see a truck. He came by in a plain white van, but the packages are from Amazon. Perhaps a third party seller.
Meanwhile, nothing is being delivered at the other house. I don’t understand. I know they have Christmas because every year, despite my extreme lateness in getting up lights, I know they will be later. Their lights went up last night. But I win this year because I’m not through putting up the last strings on the Christmas bush. (I’m trying to recover from the nasty respiratory whatever that I got from wrestling with said bush.)