Stella here.
It's not lookin' a whole lot like Christmas here in Moose Cove... in case there's anybody out there readin' this.
I expect we've about dropped off o' ev'ryone's radar, it's been s' long since I wrote anything. Although I DID try a couple o' weeks ago only we was havin' www difficulties up here an' th' piece I wrote got lost in outer space - or wherever things get lost to on th' internet.
So it's kinda peak'ed in th' snow department. Harvey says he don't mind none, but Webb up th' road's fumin' somethin' fierce cuz he ain't got no work f'r his plow.
Molly (Mrs. Webb) says she's just as glad, as Webb's eyesight ain't none too good these days. She's been tryin' t' get him t' Hravey's eye doc, an' H's been nudgin' him about it, too, sayin' gettin' spec's was th' best thing he (H) ever done. (Although, truth be told, I had one h--- of a time gettin' Mister Man to go get HIS eyes done that first time!)
Th' girls is comin' up Christmas day, Deb with Mr. Deb an' th' kids, an' Jeannie just her own self, as usual. We're lookin' forward t' that, let me tell ya!
I'm gonna try t' write again real soon. But knowin' how life goes, it may not be as soon's I'd like.
So I'll take this minute t' wish anybody out there readin' this (feels kinda like throwin' a message in a bottle out inta th' Atlantic) a happy Christmas an' a happy new year.
Love,
Stella
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