What's that? You say you can't remember what they got you?
Don't worry; in their senility they probably forgot too!
Fortunately, I do remember one of the gifts my grandparents put in my gift basket. Socks! Overlooking the obvious joke about Christmas stockings, I must inform you that these socks were clad-iron tested on mountaineers climbing Mount Everest. They're hand-knit, and made from kid-hair! (I'm told there were no children shaved for the protection of my feet against the cold) But seriously though, these socks are legitimately of the warmest and best-quality I have ever, nay, will ever wear. I would go so far as to say they are worthy socks for the common man to dry clean.
But back to the point: We are writing a letter to our grandparents. I know we haven't done this in about a year, but once you get started I promise it will come back to you. To get you started, here's mine:
Dear Grammie and Granddad,
Thanks for those socks you gave me for Christmas! I finally got the opportunity to properly test-drive them, and I've got to say: These are hands down the best socks I've ever worn.
I'm tempted to say they rocked my socks, but I suppose the socks rocked me!
I can only hope you found your fancy for France is well fostered. This is peak-time for my assignments and mid-terms, so I'm especially jealous right now. I'll be expecting some kind of cheese from the trip! (Or a snail... that is what they eat there, isn't it?)
Your favorite grandson,
Dan Phillips
Note, in actuality I have no idea when the trip to France is (or was). I know it's probably around now-ish, but I could be off a month in either direction. To throw them off of my confusion, I overwhelmed that sentence with alliteration. Ambiguous? I think so!
So, get to it! Write your grandparents!
Your letter-writing skills will return, I promise!
--
D. Phillips
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