Dear Friends,

It becomes my painful duty to write you a letter of apology instead of
sending you the holiday remembrance that I had intended for you.

Knowing so well the appetites, likes and dislikes of my close friends, I
made up a list of twelve of my best friends and went down and bought several
quarts of "Royal Canadian" 18-year-old whiskey. Nothing but the very finest
for my friends. I took this home and put it in my cellar and intended to put
it up in nice Holiday wrappings and send it out to you just before the New
Year.

My wife got to fumbling around in the cellar and found the liquor and didn't
understand just what I intended to do with it. So she came up and told me to
empty the contents of every bottle down the sink, or else. So I proceeded
with the unpleasant task.

I withdrew the cork from the first bottle and poured the contents down the
sink, with the exception of one glass which I drank. I extracted the cork of
the second bottle and likewise poured the contents down the sink, with the
exception of the glass which I drank. I pulled the sink from the next bottle
from the cork of the next and drank one sink out of it and threw the rest
down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork
from the bottle. Then I corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink
and drank the pour.

When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand and
counted the bottles, corks, glasses, and sinks with the other, which were
twenty-nine. And, as the houses came by, I counted them again and finally
had all the houses and bottles and corks and glasses and sinks counted,
except one house which I drank.

So this accounts, dear friend, for your not receiving a more stimulating
present than this letter.

And Merry Christmas to those who partake,

de K0HB


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"KØHB" wrote:

And Merry Christmas to those who partake,


Merry Christmas, Hans.


Dwight Stewart (W5NET)

http://www.qsl.net/w5net/