On the fourth day of
Christmas, my true love sent to me four calling birds…
Dearest
Jonathan, 12-29
I miss you
so. I was thrilled when I heard the postman at the door again. Alas, instead of
your calling card, he brought me your gift of four calling birds. They fill the
whole neighborhood with the loveliest of music, my dear, but… I hesitate to
trouble you with such a small problem. These birds all have prodigious
appetites, all but the poor pining partridge, and have almost emptied my
larder. Alas again, another problem accompanies this. My lawn is beautiful,
almost like real snow, but the aroma, Jonathan! Need I say more? I think these
are enough birds for me now.
Love and
longing for you, Alicia.
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