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Each year I fret about it for a couple months. Well, dread it for a couple of months might be a better way to put it.
In the end, though, it always works out.

It’s time for the publishing event of the Mitchell family year. No, not another one of my not-very-good columns in the Gazette, like the one you’re reading now. I’m talking about the Mitchell family Christmas letter.

Thanksgiving week got off to its usual start a week ago Saturday. Our son Joe and I lugged the boxes of Christmas decorations off the garage shelves and put together the artificial tree.

Every year at Thanksgiving time we drive to the suburbs of Kansas City to spend the holiday with my sister, Donna, and her husband, Homer.