Speaking of whom, His lights across the street and down the block are probably going to shine all night again for just me and the owls and bats and raccoons to see, since nobody else comes around here or goes outside (except the two paper delivery guys who speed by around six o'clock in the morning.) He doesn't want the lights. He only wants the cookies. Trust me. But somebody either needs a timer switch for Christmas or expects to get a goatload of coal to give to the electric company.
Maybe wind will come tomorrow the weather bureau says. Cold night wind. Definitely need some pfeffernusse and some more chocolate.