Holiday season was upon us, and Christmas Day was a mere seven days away. The Christmas tree was in place in the front room with its tip literally touching the low ceiling of the tiny tiny rental home in inner Sailweed District in the inner parts of southeast X-land. Sailweed District is of course, noted for being the somewhat poorer persons part of town (amongst other things), where the working class proletariat dwell.
All round the base of the Xmas tree lay a fine knee-deep selection of gift wrapped packages awaiting that special day to be opened by the two lovers who live at the residence.
The rental home stood just a mere few yards from the paved sidewalk, and its big front window seemingly advertised our Xmas tree and its colorfully wrapped packages to the entire passing world.
Saturday arrived sunny, bright and cold, so we opted to take a short drive over to a local city park and enjoy a short midwinter day's walk.
A few hours later, upon return to our rental home, we arrive to discover that we've had unknown visitors, and the front door has been quite literally — kicked completely off from its hinges and was laying flat on the living room floor!
Much to our dismay the front room was a messy shamble of strewn items. Yep, ALL of our Xmas gifts were stolen, and the bedroom was ransacked in a hasty search and grab for minor things like jewelry.
And when asking our immediate neighbors (think 100'x200' sized city lots) — who were all at home on both sides of our residence, and who literally live mere feet away from us — neither of our neighbors had heard any sound, nor saw anything!?! Really!
The only nice thing we could ever find to say about Sailweed District is just how quickly we moved out of of there!
Yet our departure was not quite fast enough for we also had our Honda Accord's ignition switch busted off in a random thief's nightly attempt to steal our vehicle too . . . .
