So I got home from work tonight, and my wife handed me the mail and asked, "Who's the Scarpa family?" I drew a blank. In my defense, it was a really brutal day at work, so I wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders. But after a moment of stammering and looking at the envelope, I flipped it and looked at the return address. New Jersey. "Oh!" I said. "That's Tony, the Mayor of the Cigar Banter."
Then I felt all guilty and shit, because I didn't send anyone Christmas cards and here's Tony sending a greeting, who only happens to have my address because a coupla years ago I sent a few bucks for a charity thing for a friend of his.
That was cool, Mr. Mayor. I quit doing Christmas cards a couple of years ago because nobody seemed to be doing it anymore. I guess next year I'll have to start doing it again.
Cute kids. No wonder you feed them alla time. ;-)