Every year I struggle, for a whole fifteen seconds or so, to come up with a theme for our Christmas Letter -- which we call, with marvelous political correctness, "Holiday Greetings from Laurel and Brian."
Once again it was easy to identify a zeitgeist for 2011. Unreal. Such has become our favorite way of handling reality: treat it as illusion.
[Legal disclaimer: this only works with brain-stuff such as emotions, worries, fears, and such. Ignore a red traffic light and your results almost certainly will differ.]
So here's our totally unreal 2011 Christmas Letter, a.k.a. Holiday Greetings. Read it and you'll thrill, if you're easily thrilled, to photos of our favorite people -- us -- plus our favorite, not to mention only, granddaughter.
Merry Christmas. May your ears, and other important parts of you, be as perky as Serena's in 2011.