Dear Friends:
We’ve always been more the Christmas card types. You know: buy the cards, write something short and sweet for each of our friends, lick the stamps, drop ‘em in the mail. That’s us. Most of you probably already know the routine, since you are veterans of the Morrow Christmas Card List. We don’t send pictures of ourselves, or our kids (in our case a runt black lab mix mutt who is named after our 40th U.S. President). And, until this year, we didn’t send “the Christmas Letter."
So, why now? Have our lives become so fascinating that we