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
Observe and report 
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