How are you? It's me again, for what—the eightieth time or so. How is the missus, all the boys in the shop and the reindeer? I hope this letter finds all in good health and good humor. It's been a busy year since I last wrote to you.
Our family has been blessed for the most part with good health or is at least on the road to recovery, anyway, compared with others we know, we have nothing to complain about. Our Princess continues to grow in strength and beauty. She is now engaged to a wonderful young man and intend to be married in the coming year.
My Queen rules our domain in her usual cheerful, benevolent manner, so all is well in our little world. The boys move further into manhood and still haven't become a burden to society and our granddaughter is still the brightest star shining in Texas. Please pass my heartfelt thanks along to The Big Guy the next time you see him and thank you for any part you may have played in this matter.
This is the part on the letter where I used to list what I wanted for Christmas, you know, the important stuff! The older I get, the shorter my list gets as I continue to realize how much I have and how little I really need. I'm not going to continue to ask for that pony because I realize now who's going to be the clean-up crew. I now know that no matter how hard you try, that Corvette that I always have asked for isn't going to fit in my stocking in spite of the ample size of my tootsies.
I guess on a personal level, I'd like things to continu.
