OK this one is my mom to the T
Christmas Letter From Mom
Dear Darling Son (and that Person you married),
Merry Christmas to you, and please don't worry. I'm just fine
considering I can't breathe or eat. The important thing is that
you have a nice holiday, thousands of miles away from your ailing
mother. I've sent along my last ten dollars in this card, which I
hope you'll spend on my grandchildren. God knows their mother
never buys them anything nice. They look so thin in their
pictures, poor babies.
Thank you so much for the birthday flowers, dear boy. I put them
in the freezer so they'll stay fresh for my grave. Which reminds
me -- we buried Grandma last week. I know she died years ago, but
I got to yearning for a good funeral so Aunt Berta and I dug her
up and had the services all over again. I would have invited you,
but I know that woman you live with would have never let you come.
I bet she's never even watched that videotape of my hemorrhoid
surgery, has she?
Well son, it's time for me to crawl off to bed now. I lost my cane
beating off muggers last week, but don't you worry about me. I'm
also getting used to the cold since they turned my heat off and am
grateful because the frost on my bed numbs the constant pain.
Now don't you even think about sending any more money, because I
know you need it for those expensive family vacations you take
every year.
Give my love to my darling grandbabies and my regards to whatever-
her-name-is -- the one with the black roots in her hair who stole
you screaming from my bosom.
Merry Christmas With Much Love,
Mom
With nothing to do. Ge tthe kids going and cut my hair I guess, then I can quit bothering the stooges
