"Look, we've got visitors," said Mr. Gingerbread Boyfriend as he watched the sunset on Christmas Eve from the new bathroom window.
"Is it the 13 cattle that arrived last night?" I asked. "Ten are all black, one is red, and two are black with white faces."
"No," said Ginger, "there are seven of them and they are all brown."
"Oh, those guys," I replied. "They're kinda busy tonight."