Christmas Card

I wasn't going to do Christmas cards/letters this year, but after Sam wrote a letter because he was sick on Saturday, I quickly made up this picture collage on Sunday and got them mailed out on Monday.  Wow,  not bad huh?  I hope people get Sam's letter.  We've gotten lots of comments thus far.  It reads:

Um, well hello,

Sam.  Recent certified Zumbas instructor and a forward in the city hockey league.  Some folks have asked if he is having midlife crisis.  No, he has been there, and done that!  Perhaps since he topped his toboggan (toupee), he has had a second wind.  To quote Sam, "I'm tired of giving the other guys a chance!  Game on!"

Becca:  Just one more month.  We think this pregnancy has been her most beautiful.  If you haven't checked her "picture of the day" blog, she has chronicled this pregnancy with a picture each day showing from day one of "flat abs," to presently, a most definite "outie" bellybutton. Viewer beware, the belly is bare.  Yet, she is tasteful and as modest as a bikini top can be.

Sammy:  Pushing six foot two inches.  Not bad for some Pollock height genetics.  Not to mention, it looks like he has a reliable, full head of hair.  He is halfway through his junior year and  he still continues his better than perfect GPS.  He joined the debate team this year, and although it's his first year, he has been routinely recognized for ripping it up.

Jackson.  He has had a year of extremes.  One moment he is state gymnastic champion* and the next... well cross eyed.  His first deer wasn't quite dead and when he leaned over to take a look, he caught a hoof.  I blame myself.  I heard about this kid who ran into a pole and his eyes corrected, but so far, not working for Jack.  On the bright side, he now sees two imaginary friends.

Aliza.  Have you seen the newest Freaky Friday with Lindsey Lohan and Jamie Lee Curtis? Every morning she dresses in the same clothes as the daughter in the movie, electric guitar over her shoulder (plugged in amp), enters our room and while strumming reads us a fortune cookie.  You know, I remember Jackson was kind of mesmerized by the movie Sand Lot, and we did humor his whole baseball phase.  But, I think this is different;  surely you agree it is not natural for a girl to the the electric guitar.  Plus fortune cookies are not always true.

Maren.  Our seven year old, and should have been our last.  She still sleeps in our bed.  I have told her when she's eight it's over.  Recently she has been abusing the craft of the mime.  She is in character 24 hrs a day, miming that she won't speak again until we get her a cell phone.  We think that's what she is saying?  Hey, I like a mime as much as anyone, but miming for a cause cheapens this beautiful art.

We just want to wish all a Merry Christmas, and notify all that this commences the Pollock Christmas Contest!  We have purposefully portrayed only one of us accurately.  Send us whom you think has been correctly portrayed and you just might win our most bestest prize from our dental office treasure box.  Shipping and handling charges apply.

Love you all, Sam, Becca, Sammy, Jackson, Aliza, and Maren and Max

*Jackson really was state champ. Again!

p.s. We have also been enjoying Max, a foreign exchange student from Argentina.  He is staying with us for a few months and it has really been a pleasure.  Come by to take a look and listen to his accent.  He is pretty neat.