I was following the doorberll story when I realized that inorder for the ex, with two pies, to knock on the window, that one of the two pies had to have been set down somewhere to free up a hand...
I was half expecting a half dig eaten pie story but...
Okay, this is my last Christmas Eve "half eaten" story... Back when I was a teenager my parents were holding a very special dinner for some of my dad's business associates and my mom had spent the after noon in the kitchen getting things ready...
The guests arrived... The food was cooked and ready to be serves when I walked into ther kitchen to find the family dog, Snoopy, up on his hind feet chompin' away at a platter full of some kinda roast and had put a purdy good dent in what my mom had fixed...
Well, I threw the dog out, quietly asked my mom to come back into the kitchen and showed her what Snoopy dog had done whereby she didn't miss a beat in sayin' "Sh*t!!! I'm going to kill that dog" and then turning into Dr. Jekyl, looking at me and saying, "Oh, this will be fine" as she calmly repositioned what Snoppy hadn't yet gotten to around the serving platter...