I don’t know ...
I don’t know who The Raskins are.
I don’t know who their kids are.
As far as I know, I’ve’n’t met a Raskin ever in my lifetime. Nor bumped into one. Nor seen their name anywhere in any of my missives.
But ... The Raskin's Christmas greeting is now nestled snugly within the purview of our own personal cards and letters from friends, family, outlaws and acquaintances.
And, to be sure, we will be sending The Raskins one of ours.
..................... Ruprecht ( STOP )