Okay, it’s 11:51 p.m. on New Years Eve. I’ve never been very good with deadlines, as you know. Sorry about that. But, now that you’ve had about a week’s vacation, I figure you might be more receptive to a request.
Could you please bring me an easier year in 2009? ‘08 was a bit of a tough one and I’d just as soon not suffer a repeat performance. Between health issues, the economy, and global warming, I’m ready to pull the covers up over my head and write the whole thing off as a bad job.
And while you’re at it, make sure the whole world gets a good year, would you? I know that not everyone made the nice list, but maybe you could just misplace that old naughty list for a little while. I think you’ll agree, Kris, we’re all due a good one. My great hope is that on January 20th, we’ll get it.
Thanks, Santa for listening. I hope you and the missus have a nice bottle of bubbly at the ready. Find a little leftover mistletoe and have yourself a little bundle of joy on the 1st, along with your blackeyed peas. But come the 2nd, I hope to notice a difference.
Then you can have a nice, long vacation. And I promise some spectacular cookies for next December 24th.
Yours truly,
Johnett
