Steve

Christmas is upon us. I guess I'm ready. We'll try to call you sometime Christmas day. Tracy Lee will be here with the new baby. It still doesn't look quite right. We not sure its ever gonna be. But I just told put a big bow on its head and nobody will know the difference.

I got the sweat shirt with the lace collar and the light bulb appliqué in time to wear tonight, thanks. I saw the Lennon Sisters Christmas Special on TV the other day and thought of you. Two of them have gotten real heavy.

Saw short and Lena at Mama’s last week. They're goin' into a home right after Christmas. He's still got good sense, but I don't think she knows her own name. She's all stooped over, couldn't be more than 3 feet tall. She looks a hundred eighty nine and still dyes her jet black out of a bottle. Makes her face look so hard and drawn, you know? Anyway, He doesn't want to go to the nursing home on account of his sister bein' in that bad one up in Oklahoma. You remember when they found out that Jewish widow woman that ran it was a keepin' dead ones covered up in their beds all petrified and collecting a couple more monthly checks after they died.

They finally caught her when her husband was gonna tell on her, and she hit him in the back of the head with a black skillet. She thought he was dead and took off, but he come to and told all to the police. Anyway, she was just awful to those people and he’s afraid of the same thing happenin’ to him. They convinced him that the one their goin’ to in Killeen is not the same. It has beautiful blue wall to wall carpeting, a fireplace and Norman Rockwell Prints throughout. That one in Oklahoma looked like one big ol’ vetenarian clinic all tile and fluorescent lights.

Poor little Skeeter finally died last Sunday. She was seventeen, blind and didn’t have any teeth. We buried her behind the garage with skipper, Big Boy, Precious, Darlin’, Yo Yo and Little Buddy.

I don’t think that cake recipe you sent me is right, honey. Let me know if it really takes one cup of coke, one cup of miracle whip and two jars of marshmallow whip. It seemed awful runny to me, good though, with a spoon! I better close, We love you and hope you have a good Christmas. Don’t eat too much. Really honey, you know how hard it is to buy clothes now, and you have such a pretty face.

Bye now, Sister