DIARY PAGES: TGP

Some of us, the oldest of beliefs, get to retire. Not me, though; I'd love to but it all keeps limping along. Every year, he stands there, in the dark and cold with his blanket, promising to bring good things to the world, trying to stay awake to see me rise up from the common patch. He's my last one, but what a last one to have; gawd, I love that kid.

Don't worry, little bro'; I see you and I hear you. Take it easy on yourself and love your life, okay? What blessings I have to bestow have always been yours.

(Character/art credit: Charles M Schulz)