Don't You Dare

I went shopping yesterday. Kind of an extended lunch. Hey, I was left alone in my department all day, I had to find something to do. I bought a van full of stuff for the 7 under-privileged families I'm in charge of shopping for.

Adorable Christmas dresses complete with stockings and Mary Janes, a high chair, socks, underwear, jackets, shirts, sleepers, stuff with Dora the Explorer on it. I tried to fulfill atleast one wish for each person. I mean when the only thing a child is asking for is pajamas, you gotta make that wish come true in a big way.

So the van is full and it won't fit neatly into my house and I need to get it up to the church for wrapping this weekend so I don't want to be moving it in and out of storage. I'm a little worried about it sitting in the van for several days until I get up to the church.

So....

I placed a note on top of the shopping bags that reads:

If you break into my vehicle
AND
steal these gifts
for underprivileged kids,
GOD IS GONNA BE PISSED!

That's my insurance policy.