In the future, if you are delivering a skateboard to a rambunctious apartment-dwelling boy, could you please hide it a bit better or at least leave a note that he is not to use it on the wooden breezeway until after 8am on Christmas morning? Some of his neighbors just might have been out late celebrating the birth of our savior at midnight mass and could be hoping for an interrupted "long winter's nap." And one of them could be a grouchy pregnant woman as well.
p.s. Thank you for the football and pajama jeans.