Yesterday I thought I'd work on the Christmas letter, but I quickly got tired of it. It's hard to get a Christmas letter right, isn't it? I'm sure you've gotten your share of braggy letters and letters that needed an editor. I don't want to write either of those. I said to my oldest, "What should I say about Joe?" He answered immediately: "That he turned into a duck this year."
He offered to write the Christmas letter while we were at Adoration. It contained plenty of tidbits like the following:
☭. The child we had previously called Pete has now changed his name to ☭ (UTF-8
e298ad) in keeping with his new, radically communist political philosophy. He
has also annexed several local farms to create a workers' paradise, and, apart
from a few minor gulag issues, seems to be doing quite well for himself.
So...yeah. Maybe I'll just print up a card with names and ages.