I always stated that I would never write one, but over the years I came to see that I was writing the same thing on card after card, so why not write a Christmas letter? Everyone else does. We don't brag about anything, not there's there's anything to brag about. One of these days when a book is in the stores I'll be blowing my horn. So our letter is basically newsy and low key. Nothing anyone could parody. Make sure you write one that cannot be parodied, and you'll be all right. We always include a couple photographs, and some Christmas clip art, and the letter serves the purpose. I write a "real" letter to old old friends.
Our many photographs are kinda-sorta ordered, at least by decade, but there is a box that is totally unordered that has beaucoup photos of kids that were sent along with Christmas cards. My mother, bless her, would have labelled any photo that arrived unlabeled, but alas, I was lax and so we pitched a bunch of photos of we knew not who. Whom? Nobody says 'whom' anymore. It sounds effete.
Effete in Grapeshot's world is a decaf-soy-latte, the ultimate in effete. And flour tortillas (gag). What could be more effete than that? Well, egg beaters. What is with these faux foods? And these wimpy eaters? If you were born in Montana like me, you scorn tea-sips.
We ate the rest of the Yucutan soup for lunch. Two jalapenos with the seeds and pith therein. Chicken, broth, tomato, the last of the cilantro and some orzo and lime juice. Onions, of course. A healthy nourishing soup nothing effete about it. Ole.