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November 18, 2005


Richard Lawrence Cohen

Sweet! And makes me thankful I only lived in Wisconsin and not Buffalo. Less snow on the western side of the Great Lakes.


I was thinking about Kris Kringle (and you) yesterday too! For those who are confused, Kris Kringle is like a "Secret Santa" thing--you'd give your Kris Kringle 5 small anonymous gifts during the week and at the Holiday Party, a bigger gift. Your Kris Kringle has to guess who you were.

Tamar made everyone crazy with this. She loved it *so* much but often "spoiled" the fun by getting unsuspecting people into confessing who her Kris Kringle was. (The first rule of Kris Kringle is - you do not talk to Tamar about her Kris Kringle. The second rule of Kris Kringle is - you DO NOT talk to Tamar about her Kris Kringle.) One year, she found out who her Kris Kringle was before the gift giving even began and her presents were subsequently kidnapped and held for ransom. Hey, we had it keep it fun somehow!

If you want to make Tamar completely giddy and crazy, send her anonymous gifts from "Kris Kringle".


Oh, how I'm laughing - out loud! And also tears of missing you. So true, J.R. So true! How grand it is to still be able to share this memory with you. How strange how quickly stuff becomes a memory!

Ah then Richard you missed out, surely. There is nothing as wonderful as a humungous snowfall!

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