Christmas Eve, our last six hours alone before our son came home (he'd been away for a week), things were getting VERY hot, almost at the brink...Knock, Knock, Knock (the music is up REAL loud - we live in the woods, and all the lights are off except in our room)...Ding, Dong.
I throw clothes on and get to the door, husband turns off the music. It is our neighbor from up the way delivering Christmas Morning Cinnamon Rolls. She was totally in the know and seemed a bit short in the conversation. The rolls were nice though!