It's been another month. Already. And this letter is late because of the holidays and the baking and the present wrapping and the cookie exchange and birthday party and everything else life has bombarded us with lately. You were very helpful with the Christmas tree this year. You helped pick it out and you helped pops and me carry it home and you definitely helped us listen to the hippopotamus ornament that plays that annoying "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" tune. Wait? Did I say annoying? I meant enjoyable. Even the seventeenth time.