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Happy Holidays!

Dear Members and Constituents,
This week we celebrate a very special day. A day of remembrance. A day to appreciate what we have. In honor of this high holiday, I’ve prepared an acrostic as my humble way of honoring this most important of days.

Many years ago
Exhausted from the toils of war
Miserable and downhearted
Over the horizon came a ray of hope
Rising from the ashes
Inspiring everyone
Amazing generosity
Lovely gift to share

Doughnuts fried in soldiers’ helmets
Appeared thanks to the Salvation Army Ladies’ Auxiliary
Years have passed, but still we remember

By now you surely have guessed the holiday in question. So, let me be the first to wish you a happy National Donut Day! This holiday, held the first Friday of June each year, was founded by the Chicago Salvation Army in 1938 to honor the women who served donuts to soldiers in World War I. Now, if you don’t have a Dunkin’ Donuts nearby (so as to have one of their donuts for free), don’t despair. Both LaMar’s and Krispy Kreme have free donut offers to honor the day as well. Better yet, come on down to my desk and celebrate in high fashion. Matt Hawthorne (donut boy) delights us with four dozen Krispy Kremes.

Happy Friday!
P.S. a big thank you to Kelly for bringing this high holiday to my attention this year.
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