The neighbors sure do come out of the woodwork this time of year, don't they? At least, they do where I'm from. And you'd better have some cookies or a cake or some fudge or something to give them because if you don't, they'll talk about you behind your back.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't mind neighbors--at least, I don't mind most of my neighbors--coming to visit. For instance, Melvia is always welcome. Her sister, Tansie, on the other hand, is something else entirely.
Let me give you an example. This happened just the other day: