Well, this year was a horrible year with all kinds of suffering and strife. Guess Ill start at the beginning. I threw up so much this year I thought I was gonna die. Then Matt yelled at me a lot when I was bad. Then I threw up some more and saw a dog poop in a parking lot and got away with it. We stayed at lots of motels, some good, some not so good. And then-----
MATT: (interrupting) This isn't really your Christmas letter, is it?
BUSTER: Yes,...I wanted to be honest about things and---
MATT: (interrupting again) It doesn't sound very honest when you only mention the bad things. There were some pretty good things that happened this year.
MATT: Like the fact that the good vet found a medication that stopped you from all that puking. In fact you haven't puked once since December 3rd.
BUSTER: You're keeping score?
MATT: Sure. Its what I do. You could have also mentioned the new apartment we got last week with the huge windows you love...
BUSTER: Yes....and the birds (looking into space)....oh the birds. So mannnny biiiirrrrdddss. And the window sills are so deep. Lots of room for me.
MATT: And what did you get for Christmas early??
BUSTER: That was my Christmas present? Oh. I got a crows nest.
MATT: Yes! And you loved it!
BUSTER: Yes yes yes. Okay, I love it a lot.
MATT: Too bad I didn't get a picture of you in it. Will do so next time.
BUSTER: Its so tall! I'm as tall as you when I lay in the top level.