Christmas Letter, 1985
Somehow it has been more difficult for me to get into the swing of writing this year’s Christmas letter, perhaps because it is not as up beat as my last letter about
Somehow it has been more difficult for me to get into the swing of writing this year’s Christmas letter, perhaps because it is not as up beat as my last letter about
Season’s Greetings to one and all from one very happy and contented person. I’m running late with my Christmas letter because it has been such a full and happy year I hardly know
It’s hard to believe that Christmas has rolled around again and one year has passed so quickly. I guess that old saying is true: “Time flies when you are having fun!” Yes, this first full year of retirement has really been fun.
The lights, the carols and songs, the cheer and parties; even the glut of TV Christmas shows, pages of advertising circulars in newspapers and the mail urging “Buy from us!”; the chill of winter, the threat of snow and an early Chanukah herald the advent of our Christmas holiday season.
Goodness, I can hardly believe it is already December 15, just 10 days to Christmas. But it is, and I guess the 6 inches of snow falling outside helps create a little genuine atmosphere of the old fashioned white Christmas.
I’m starting my Christmas letter on Thanksgiving Day, looking out a window at palm trees, Italian cypress and olive trees; not exactly the post card version of trekking to “Grandma’s House – through the woods and over the snow.” But I’m here in Las Vegas,