Merry Christmas, Do I Know You?

Sunday, as we were just finishing lunch, the intra-apartment phone rings and the man downstairs says, "There is someone here with a gift for you." We like gifts so we said, "Sure, send them up."
We do a little spiffing up in the living room and wait, wondering who it could be. The phone rings again. Alan answers, listens, hangs up and says, "I guess they want you to go down to get it." I like gifts so I said, "Sure, I'll go."
I head down. When I get out of the elevator, I look for a familiar face. I don't see one, but there is a smiling face and it is smiling right at me. A little lady starts speaking to me and hands me a package wrapped in Christmas paper. I try to ask her who she is and why she is giving me a gift and if she is sure I am the person for whom the gift is intended. I wonder if she is delivering it for someone else and is making a mistake. She keeps talking.
I understand some of what she is saying. I know Natal is Christmas. I know para voce means; for you. She wants me to open the package and read the card, which I notice is a "Congratulations on your marriage" card. On the inside of it she has written a Christmas greeting. The puzzled lines on my face deepen.
She asks me if I am Catholic. I answer , No. I am a member of A Igreja de Jesus Cristo dos Santos dos Ultimos Dias. That seems okay with her and she continues wishing me Feliz Natal. The gate man at the front of the building is also taking part in the conversation. He assures me that she means for me to take the gift. I like gifts, so I take it. I thank her and wish her a Merry Christmas too.
When I get back in the apartment I try to explain to Alan what just happened. We decide he should go down and talk to the man in front and try to clear things up a bit. In a few minutes he comes back about as confused as I was.

Here are pictures of some of the gifts from our secret pal.

An embroidered tablecloth, with matching table runner and placemat.

Alan's favorite: a cover for the water bottle that matches the tablecloth and other things.
(Actually he is not a fan of covers for appliances. He says it's definitely an old lady thing.)

My personal favorite: The catholic charms and the St. Francis of Assisi, or possibly the Pope, key chain. We also got two apron/bibs for wine bottles and 3 nice dish towels, and a picture of the Helena, the gift giver.

I really don't mean to make fun of the gifts or the giver. After all, isn't giving what Christmas is supposed to be all about? I'm just a little confused about the whole thing still. I found out that Helena lives in the building just behind us. Apparently she just felt like giving something to someone and did it. She was just being nice. But I would like to know how she settled on us as recipients. I keep looking over at the other building wondering what apartment is hers. Has she looked in on us from time to time? Were we fully dressed? How did she know we have a round table or did she know? Is she looking back at me right now? Wow, this is almost getting creepy.

I better quit thinking about it and just try to think of something nice I can do for someone at this Christmas season. Thanks for the reminder, Helena.