PEEPs Christmas Letter

PEEPs Christmas Letter

I was sitting down to write my annual Christmas letter when I heard a very audible sigh.  I looked over, and there sat Stephen Murphy.  Yes, really.  I figured that he was there to offer me support on the endeavor, but as I started making notes, he bounced his axe on the basement floor.  I warned him if he cracked the foundation of Bliss Cottage, he would have to fix it.  He gave me a baleful look.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I want to write my own Christmas letter.”

I stood up and vacated the chair.  His brows knitted and a pout formed.  I sat back down.

“How about you tell me what you want to write, and I’ll do the typing.  Mind you, the editing is your affair.”

He smiled.                                                   

Warning, there may be spoilers if you haven’t read The Siege through Restitution yet.  Here goes:

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