I know it's a little late to be sharing yuletide tales and I usually avoid second-hand stories, but I love these too much not to put them in print. The first one occurred on Christmas Eve as I was en route to my sister's house for the holidays. She was busy preparing for Christmas and her two kids were a bit rambunctious so she went to the NORAD website where they track Santa's travels and set the computer to play videos of the various places he'd already visited that night. A little while later, terrified Zach, 6, ran into the kitchen and cried, "They shot Santa!" My sister asked him ...

Living in an apartment means I get to wash my clothes in the building's laundry facility. And anybody who's ever had to wash their clothes in a public location knows that sometimes you have to handle other people's clothes and vice versa. Usually it's not a problem for me because I tend to do my laundry in the middle of the night and there are several extra machines for any other night owls but occasionally it happens. I always do two loads and leave an empty basket on top of each of the machines that I'm using but I estimate that 70% of the time when someone has to take my clothes out of the washer they put them somewhere ...