It Takes A Thief...

The old farm house where I grew up was broken into along with a trailer and the smokehouse at our top farm.

They broke the doors, dumped drawers and boxes to carry away the cream of the crop.  It happened, as far as we can tell, Tuesday night.

Just things were taken but they were our things.

I feel invaded, assaulted...disappointed, discouraged.

My trust is gone and I am mad...mad that they have stolen the last drop of Christmas Spirit from me.