Well, it's been a while. I've decided to break the ice. I want to bury the hatchet. It's been too long since I've written you but I hope you'll understand why.
As you probably know, I'm 47 now and it's been 40 years. I must admit that through the years, there have been some good Christmas mornings and I really do appreciate the nice things that you've sent me. I guess you may be wondering why I haven't written you a letter since I was 7.
If you recall, the year was 1975 and I specifically asked for a Red Ryder BB gun, an Evil Knievel motorcycle that you wind up and watch him pop a wheelie, a Western Flyer bicycle like was at the Western Auto hardware store and surprises.
I had been good that year. So, I was surprised when all that I received was some dominos and a belt.
I wrote you a nasty letter but I never sent it. I've remained quiet all of these years out of respect for your position and I realize that there are less fortunate souls in the world that likely received less that year. If I remember correctly, it was the beginning of the Carter administration and we knew it was the beginning of a world of shit.
Anywho, I just wanted to say that I'm over it. I'm a big boy now and whatever you bring, I'm cool with it. I'm especially cool with cash.
If you could arrange for a visit from Jennifer Anniston, it would be most appreciated. Also, if you could arrange to do something with the bitch I'm sleeping with for a couple of hours if you do bring her, that would be really cool too.
I'll leave you some milk and cookies as always.
You're the best, WT