I woke to a feverish knocking at the cottage door. I quickly jump out of bed and creep to the window near the door, peeking through the curtains. A woman, a man, and a pair of boy and girl twins around nine years old stand with smiling faces. The woman holds a covered cake pan and the man holds a cookie tin with elves dancing along the sides. They are all bundled up against the cold morning wind and the twins are holding each other's hands. They looked warm. I gently open the door and smile at them. They lose their smiles and check my outfit, which is only my short sleeved pajama top and pajama pants, all white of course. I always wear white.
"Oh! I am sorry! Did we wake you?" The woman cries. She genuinely looks sorry.
"We could always come by later." The man suggests. I shake them of
