Once again, we defy the trends of the times by writing a Christmas letter that -- gasp! -- gets printed out and inserted into Christmas cards that are -- double gasp! -- mailed.
Well, that "we" really means me, Brian. But after I cobble together a letter, Laurel reads it and has the opportunity to change it. This year she said, "Should we really talk about our health problems?"
To which I replied, sure. The problems are as much a part of our life as is our joy at the Democrats taking back the House in the midterms, which is how our letter starts out.
I strive for both honesty and humor.
Some years one or the other dominates. It depends on the mood I'm in when I decide to write our annual Christmas letter. Today I was feeling pretty good. So if the letter feels a bit dark, hey, it could have been even darker!