Dear Santa,
Though you didn’t come through with anything on my previous list (in fact, my eye is worse), you worked through my family to ensure I had a great Christmas.
Just look:
I coveted this shirt. Eddie has one from his pals at CrossFit Steadfast in Savannah. I donate to Goat Yoga Lisa‘s fundraising campaign every year. Now I have a shirt of my own!
This is the gift that will keep on giving. Not only am I excited about learning how to do this art at the February class, but I can write about it. I’m going with Revell, the guy who cuts my hair. So that should be a hoot.
Behold a perfect gift for any Murderino.
That gift is from the kids. They know I listen to “My Favorite Murder” as I walk to work. Eddie reports the following conversation.
Him: Those are really expensive.
Dominic: They are for someone who deserves it. She deserves it. Plus, I’ve been a jerk.
And suddenly both my eyes had issues.
So thank you, Santa. Like Bono’s girl, you move in mysterious ways.
Love and kisses to you and the missus,
Beth
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