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Draplin Design Co., North America
December 12, 2003
Posted at 12:37 AM

We’re doing our best to climb out of the depths of our holiday season depression, one day at a time. Bein’ far away from home just plain hurts, and well, it fucks with the normal day-to-day momentum we’ve come to thrive on. We’ll be missing yet another “Christmas at Home” this year. That, coupled with somewhat-recent changes in gal relations has really left us in a funk. We try to be stoic, but crumble.

Plans are in order to spend Christmas day with Rod Snell, and we all know that’s a good thing, as he’s the closest thing we have to family out here. Good people. We are heading off to that big New York City just a couple days after we sober up form our drunken Yuletide bender, to ring the new year in with those goddamn Cooley Brothers. Much excitement is felt, as we ready ourselves for our journey east to the city.

Goo, of CINCO design lore, just got back from NYC and had this to say, “Man, I kind of like it there.”

It’s been raining for a week, and well, it’s pretty dreary and cold out when I get up to go to work. I like it for the most part, but wish I was trudging through snow like so many of you out there. Personally, I like the white stuff. Hopefully New York city will be cold as hell, with snowbanks and such. I look forward to gettin’ real good and frostbit.

In the spirit of saving a little bit here and there, we have managed to go the whole fall and early winter without having to turn the heat on in the bedroom. Some nights call for socks, sweatpants and maybe a sweatshirt as standard issue gear–down deep under a couple down comforters–in order to battle the cold. No big deal. But I’ll tell you what, when that electric bill comes, it’s a lot easier to accept a 30 dollar tab, versus something in the 100’s. I’m sure January will force me to get the heat going back there. Then I can go back to my normal process of “sweating like a pig” all night long.

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Here on the home front the parental beings are aching as much as you are……missing you already and Christmas just won’t be the same.

I don’t know who will lay on the couch, hogging the whole thing; I don’t know who will eat all the ginger bones dad makes; who will watch dad plow the drive? I do know the girls and us will just have to try to have a good holiday without your hugs, laughter, food demands and torment……

Even the dogs are sad……

Just go buy a dam ticket and come home.

I hate to put pressure on you, little boy, just look for a Christmas cookie box this week….maybe it will lift the spirits on the factory floor….or I could send you 23 boxes of decorations to cheer up the place….in the spirit of “Christmas Vacation”, we look forward to the house you buy, so we can come out and decorate it, we have been saving stuff for years!!

Love you,

momma d.

Posted by: mamma d. on 12/12/03 at 7:55 AM

The winter months are the ones where one is tested. I could do sans snow (detrimental yo biking a tad). Hold true Drap, hold true.

Posted by: Naz on 12/12/03 at 8:42 AM

Mamma D, and Papa too! Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of Aaron. I’ll give him some good eats (Snell family secret Christmas stuff, you know) and some egg nogg, cookies, etc. He can’t lay on our couch as we have only one but it’ll do. I hope you guys have a good holiday and I won’t tell anyone in Lake Ann or TC who Santa really is…….

Posted by: rod on 12/12/03 at 3:21 PM

I sent you the familial “seasonal card” today. with it comes some “copy” courtesy of the industry I currently practice in. It WILL give you a chuckle. feel free to scan it in and make great light of an otherwise dismal subject. Remember, it could be worse….

Posted by: bart on 12/12/03 at 3:37 PM