A Christmas
Letter From Jim Melweski
Well, Hey, There and Merry Ho-Ho-Ho!
It’s that time of year, again. That time when I say Merry
Christmas to you and yours and ours. I just put up the tree and decorated it
all by myself. A little heavy on the tinsel on one side because my older brother
Ed stopped by to help and he never got out of his chair. One hand on a Bush
Lite and one hand flinging the shiny until he passed out. That Ed. He cracks me
up.
Another year has ticked and tocked its way out the door.
Where does the time go? I’m still working at the post office. Knock on wood! The
gang from there – Holly, Chip, Rashida, Phillip, Willie, Tor and Yvonne all say
hello and salutations, I’m sure. Tor said a funny thing the other day. We were
sorting boxes in the back and he shook one real hard and said, “Sounds like
someone’s been naughty!” He cracks me up. The thing on his nose looks like it’s
getting bigger.
Artemio and his family downstairs seem like they are doing
well. I hear them laughing and watching television. The other day, the police
came by and took Artemio, Jr. away. Artemio saw me looking out my window and
just shrugged his shoulders like, “Kids. What are you going do?” And he’s
right. Kids. What are you going to do?
Missy, or The Furnado, as I like to call her, is doing
better. She has stopped chewing on her butt and will let you pet her as long as
you don’t sneak up on her. I don’t know why she’s so nervous. She won’t even
let me give her late night bubble baths any more. Cats. What are you going to
do?
Come Christmas, I’ll be spending the day at my Aunt Sheila’s.
Her house smells like talcum powder and I’m sure she still wears girdles. She
likes to cook Ed and me a dinner of ham, scalloped potatoes and green beans.
For dessert, we’ll have ambrosia with lime Jell-O, mini-marshmallows and shredded
coconut. It’s just not Christmas without my Aunt Sheila’s ambrosia. After
dinner, Ed will sleep on the couch while Aunt Sheila and I watch “A Christmas
Story” on the portable TV in the bathroom while I wash the sores on her back.
Well, I hope you and your family had a good year and has an
even better one in 2014. If you’re not doing anything on New Year’s Eve, let me
know. I’m going to have some friends over to watch the ball drop on the
television. I will warm-up some bite-sized pizza rounds and spring for a case
of Bush Lite. Ed falls asleep around 11pm. I like to stay up and see the New
Year being rung in in the different time zones. It makes me feel like I’m from
the future! And I like to see what rock and roll musical acts are popular these
days. It’s not the same without old Dick Clark, but it’s something.
Merry Christmas!
Until Next Year!
Jim Melewski
