2007 – Visions of Sugar Plums Dance in My Head, or, How to Candy-Coat a Year

Hi, I’m Anne and I’m a hoarder. This is something that I have joked about in the past, but this year I had to look my problem directly in the face and cringe. Many of you probably already know this about me, but were waiting for me to admit I had a problem before offering …

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2006 – And a Raccoon in a Pine Tree, or, Up a Tree Without a Parachute

Oh, gentle readers, how the year has flown by. I can scarcely believe that the time has come for me to sit down and write the Holiday Lettre. And yet, as busy as this year as been, there seems to be a scarcity of worthwhile stories to share. With our lengthy commute eating up most …

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2005 – Miss Kitty Presents, or, Absence really does make the, errrr, heart grow fonder

I’m please to announce that this is the year Steve found true love again. Cat love, that is. Readers of previous holiday letters may remember that Steve lost Hobbes, his beloved Scottish Fold, just a couple of weeks before our wedding. They had a connection that exceeded the usual bounds of human-cat friendships. Several months …

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2004 – Bowled Over in Hawai’i, or, Wood You Please Be Careful?

As I sit here trying desperately to come up with a topic for this year’s Holiday Epistle, I find myself wondering what made me think these letters were a good idea in the first place. Ironically, I believed writing the letter would be an easier task than personalizing 80 holiday cards by hand. While usually …

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2003 – The Year of the Animal; Or, There’s no more space at the inn. Right?

This year I found myself compelled to join the ranks of other busy folks with a penchant for writing and decided it was time to begin my own annual tradition of the Holiday Letter. The first sign of trouble. . . Earlier this year, I got a hankering to help out some animals. This happens …

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