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I'm Dreaming of a White Donut

Dear Members and Constituents,
On this white Christmas Eve’s eve, as work slows-down and thoughts turn to fruit cake and sleigh bells roasting on the open fire, I wish you cheer and peace. May the generosity epitomized by the Indianapolis Colts –who having given away 13 straight games are now working hard to give away their well-deserved first pick in the NFL draft by staging a two game win streak– warm all our hearts and may this type of generosity not spread to the Denver Broncos (who should selfishly cling to their playoff spot). May this new year, which already boasts 20% fewer of the top 20 tyrannical dictators than 2011, overflow with pleasant surprises and the realization of longstanding goals. May we all smile more, be grateful for our families and be surrounded by true friends. May our wealth be counted in positive thoughts others have of us and may poverty, war, famine, disease and untimely death experience a 27.1% reduction in the year to come –granted, outright eradication would be better, but I’m trying to remain somewhat realistic. May the 30K Somali refugees in Kenya’s Daadab camp enjoy the freshly pitched tents set-up to accommodate them and may the snakes that infest the area migrate elsewhere. May the stress of Christmas decoration, shopping and hosting social gatherings vanish as we realize how lucky we are and focus our energy on helping the less fortunate.

Finally, may the three dozen donuts Tom Langer (donut boy) brings today contain that perfect mix and may your favorite donut await you at my desk. May your calendar allow for you to get here quickly so your donuts are at their freshest.
Happy Friday and Merry Christmas!

P.S. I won’t be in next week but donuts will nonetheless adorn my desk on the last work day of the year (courtesy of Mon Miah who will make his debut as donut boy for those of you working that day)


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