My brother John amazes me with his uncanny ability to play with words. One of my first memories of that was when we were going to hop in a car together and head out shopping (or something), back on Guam.
There was no K-mart on Guam back then; it’s a recent addition to the shoreline.
“Cabbage go,” he exclaimed, emphatically.
I put on my best quizzical look and responded, “What the H-E-double-hockey sticks does that mean?” (we were young back then, afraid of the H-word).
“You know? Lettuce go! Let…us…go.”
Pure brilliance. Yesterday, I got a gift in the mail from John with this gift-tag missive. It was shipped from Amazon.com so I didn’t know right away who it was from. The language of the gift-tag was cryptic, too. What clued me in to the sender was the name, “Tomassie”. That’s my neice’s nickname, John’s daughter, Tomasa.
The Organizational structure of the Frigid Northern Cardinal Extreme deem you worthy of character for an electromagnetic asset.
— Santa – Tomassie
Loosely translated from John-ese:
Santa and his elves from the North Pole say you’re nice and deserve this gadgety present.
Merry Christmas, John, and thanks for the gift and the fond memories! I won’t open it until Christmas Day…I promise. 
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