Merry Christmas. If that's possible.
I know the kids had some wonderful visits from Santa when we were together. And there was that snowy night when Joseph was three months old. And your parents--may they rest in peace--would join us to sup on my tasty hams.
I remember when I gave you a cheap watch for Christmas and you handed it back to me in disgust. I took it angrily from your hand and threw it against the wall where it shattered like Humpty Dumpty.
There was no way the pieces could have been put back together again.
I guess this anecdote captures much of our marriage. It could have been special, but we were ambushed on our way to market.
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