Pssst.
Hey, it’s me – Jesse. JD’s fifteen-year-old. Don’t say anything. I’ve hijacked
his annual letter. After 20 years, the thing was getting pretty tired. Definitely
time for some fresh blood.
Besides,
with Jake, Peyton, and Avery all out of the house now, I don’t have much else going
on anyway.
Really,
how hard can it be? These “holiday letters” as he calls them, seem to be mostly
fiction anyway. I know politicians less delusional than my dad. And given all
of the “Pinocchio-ing” he’s done at my expense over the last few years, it’s about
time that I set the record straight on a few things.