Avy and I went around to the neighbors giving out some holiday cookies tonight. Each house and the family inside is a bit unique....somewhat like the mission. Every house you come to is never the same...always a different story behind the door. Anyhow, one of the homes has a French flare to it. Tough to explain, but it reminds you of visiting Santa's workshop. The trees are all tiny, pointy evergreens and the window decorations remind you of old English Christmas stories you read as a kid.
Avy and I knocked on the door and were greeted by two of the shortest adults I think I've ever met. No joke, she must be under 5 feet tall and he might be 5' 2". I felt huge for the first time in 29 years. it was so funny to feel that way I had to laugh at myself. To add to the feeling of being a "giant" in an elves winter wonderland cottage (all the furniture is tiny too) I tried to close the screen door and one of the lights was caught on the top of the door. She said, "oh your sooo tall and can reach that with no problem". HA! I've never been told that in my life. it was so funny I had to stop myself from laughing out load. Ok, so its not that funny as I type it. You probably had to be there.