I'm not sure whether this card is about Christmas, or about dogs. And there's no one to ask, as my dad sent it on his first family's behalf in 1961—before he even met my mother. But it seems worth recycling 52 years and three spaniels later.
We've got a houseful this year, and I'll be taking a break from the blog to tend to the turkey and put the Lionel locomotive back on the tracks.
As I say in my email autorespond: "We're enjoying some quiet time for the holidays here at Murray's Freelance Writing. So if you've sent us casual correspondence, we'll probably get back to you right away. But if it's an urgent business matter, it'll have to wait until Jan. 2."
Cheers (and lots of them),