Every year our next door neighbor brings us a cheeseball for Christmas.
For those of you unfamiliar with what a cheeseball is.. It is a cheesy ball of goodness seemingly handcrafted by God himself. (Have god bring down a cheeseball).
This year I came home from school a few days before Christmas to find that the Cheeseball had not yet arrived. This was good and bad. Good because that means my family had not yet had the chance to devour it before I showed up. And bad because…
Well... what if they decided not to bring us one this year?
But I held onto that hope that they still had yet to bring it by.
So all of us waited..
Watched…
And Prayed....
....for the cheeseball to arrive safely and soon.
Every time someone knocked on the door we would all look up in anticipation..
We were beginning to lose hope as Christmas grew nearer..
But then one day another knock rattled our door.
No gaby. Don’t get your hopes up.
...I opened the door hesitantly.
A boy stood on our doorstep.
"Merry Christmas" he said, and he handed me a cheeseball.
And it was the tastiest ever Cheeseball.
Wishing everybody a super duper Merry Cheeseball!!!