GreatRidge Station

Ah, yes, Christmas. I love this time of year, not for the chaos and shopping, but for the real meaning behind it. It has been many a year since we actually sent out a Christmas Letter, mostly because–well, it will become obvious in the next few minutes (assuming that you keep reading).

Again this year, my well-intentioned Christmas Letter will never be mailed out. It is an obscure cultural reference to a fellow named Don Marquis and his fictional cockroach, Archy. I think Marquis died in 1937, so except for the few Archy fans that remain, he is largely forgotten. I remember him because of my much-loved, now departed, piano teacher, Juanita Beck.

So, without further adieu, this year’s useless Christmas Letter:

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hello.

i am a box-elderbug and i live with sam and kellie. i am writing this letter because the old scrooge will probably never get around to it and neither will sam. ha-ha.

i can use the keyboard pretty good, but i have to climb up and jump down to land on the key i want. it takes me a while to type a letter like this. the good news is that sam uses his laptop more than this desktop, so what if it takes me three days to write.

so far they got four christmas letters from people’s cats. isn’t that silly. cats can’t type and they always try to eat the mouse. they also have too many run-on sentences

kellie was all braggy about getting her bachelor degree. i guess you can have that and still be married. i thought sam was going tohave to move out. now she is going to get her master degree, even though she seems to be the master already. sam showed her though. he is now a phd, whatever that means. i think it means he forgot how to read because he doesn’t spend every day reading books big enough to squash a bug. sam also got or daned whatever that is, but i think that means he can get paid for being a christian. what,more sermons. say it aint so. ha-ha.

IT WAS A HARD YEAR (&^%#%%@@#%). sorry but i turned the shift lock on. it looked like i said a bad word. well not really. but it was hard year. sam’s dad died in may, so that was not good,but kellie said he was ready. they miss him. he worked on a lot of projects here, and even built the clock where my brother lives–don’t tell sam–and sam’s aunt\his dadsbrotherswife\ passed away justbefore thanksgiving too. i have a million aunts and uncles so what do i know about grief.

as everyone says now have a merry christmas. don’t tell sam and kellie about me. and if you visit don’t squash me.

bye.
eddie the bug,
with apologies to don marquis