Well. I just needed a little patience.
He brought all of it home last week.
I've been trying to keep it under the tree just on one side, so the cats can get under there if they want to. This is growing. There's more, though.
This, plus three plates of cookies on the kitchen table; three cakes in the freezer.
When I came home this evening, I found Henry between two tins of goodies, looking as if all he wanted was to figure out how to get them open. They had been left right in the middle of the doorway to the living room, although my brother insists he didn't leave them like that. Will we ever find out what that was all about? I doubt it.
Right now, Henry is laying under the tree with his cheek resting on one of the tins. Yes, Henry, we do have Too Many Cookies. No, you won't be getting any.