Christmas is the time to say… ?
First, I’d like to deeply apologize for the unnecessary Billy Squier reference.
At the very least, it sets the stage for the story to follow: The Year W Started Composing His Own Christmas-Card Sentiments.
A Card to Me, His Mother:
Dear Mommy, thanks for making smoothies for me! Mine better be good on Christmas Eve!
A Card to His Very Own Father:
Dear Daddy, thanks for all your support this year!
A Card to His Uncle:
Dear Uncle J, I am glad you have a brother like R. I wish I was his brother.
I hope this will inspire you all to up your own card-writing game next year.