Th' year's windin' down

Stella here.

Well, we made it through th' big Christmas shindig. Still no snow t' speak of, but havin' th' girls an' th' gran'kids here sure made it a nice celebration.
Harvey an' Webb was good about th' eggnog. Nobody had trouble navigatin', even though Webb had said he was gonna spike it some. Guess Molly musta given him a talkin' to b'forehand.

Th' grandkids're gettin' so grown up! (H. says that means they're teeterin' on th' edge o' bein' difficult. I told him 'twouldn't last long an' they'd be just like human bein's again 'fore we know it.)

We all trimmed th' tree t'gether. Them little lobster traps made outta popsicle sticks is still holdin' t'gether - although they been around long enough now they look like they've weathered a bunch o' Nor'easters! Still, I guess they'll outlast me an' H. by some. But th' angel made outta macaroni an' glitter fin'lly bit th' dust; mice musta got inta it. Hope it didn't make 'em too sick... all that shiny stuff!
Maybe somebody'll make a new one f'r next year.

All o' us up here in Moose Cove are wishin' you all a dandy 2012. Here's hopin' it'll be a mite more aff-luent than '11 was. Folks here's gettin' a little tired o' weatherin' tight times - again.
Even so, though, me an' H's got no com-plaints about th' year gone by. We're still kickin' - an' at our age, that's somethin' t' brag about!

We'll see y' next year... in a couple o' days!
Love,
Stella