Christmas.

The following is a ficticous christmas newsletter from a family that could exist. Theoretically.

Dear, Everyone
This year, we moved into a new house, which is assuredly bigger than yours.
Our kid is the smartest
                       most athletic
                       attractive
                       individual in our
                                            small
                                            closed community.

Our dog is popular too. Just so you know.

We would have made this correspondence rhyme, but our rhyming concordance was lost in the move, and the kindle didn't have enough space to download an entire dictionary.
                                                Have a blessed year,
                                                       "That" family.