Delivered by hand, with cookies
Welcome to the neighborhood!
Dear new neighbors,
We're the Kringles, just over the fence, and we simply could not wait to say hello.
You may have noticed our lights are always on. That's because at our house, Christmas never ends. Not in March. Not in July. Not ever.
Your boy has already been such a joy. He's welcome any time. All of you are. In fact, we insist.
Come over for dinner. Stay for dessert. Stay forever.
Merry Christmas, every day,
The Kringles