Saturday, December 02, 2006

Christmas Letters

We are sending Christmas Letters out this year. Writing an e-mail today to my favorite mortgage broker, I was reminded of the idea that someone, somewhere, should try sending an honest Christmas Letter. Maybe one that includes the rotten stuff as well as the phenomenal accomplishments of every family member. Either that, or someone should just lie about how sunny and bright their year was. Here is an excerpt from the e-mail, including two fantasy Christmas letters . . .

"Happy Holidays to all! Little Mikey went to prison this year, but it's only his 2nd strike so he'll be out soon. I'm still battling the venerial disease I picked up in college 15 years ago, and Marge my wife had to change anti-depressant medications because she was hearing voices. Our cat died of cancer, shortly after it ate little Becky's hamster . Merry Christmas from the Johnsons!"

or. . .

"We hope this letter finds you as insanely overjoyed as us this holiday season! Mikey was accepted to Oxford, but deferred his enrollment so he could head up the Congressional Commission on Really Important Secret Things. Little Suzie skipped both the 4th & 5th grades, and won her first Nobel prize this past summer. My wife Marge ended world hunger and saved the ozone layer this year, and I am now the President of The United States. Happy Holidays!"

What will your Christmas letter say this year?

 

 

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

No letter this year. Whenever we try to write a letter we almost never get the cards sent out. We spend too much time adding, subtracting, proof-reading, tweaking, printing, copying...and by the time we're done it's January.

That's what blogs are for!!

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