By Lee DeAmali
Letter to the Editor from a Resident of Rainbow Drive
It’s that time of year when fools slip their wish lists and letters into my mail slot as if every midget in the neighborhood has a gig as Santa’s helper. I suppose my red beard and assortment of green suits may be confusing, but this ain’t my designated holiday, bucko.
If anyone would like me to take a stab at granting an off-season wish, a bottle of whiskey is appreciated. Be sure it’s labeled ‘To Mr. Prechaun’ or my buck-toothed roommate Meister Bunny is likely to claim it as his own.
That was funny, bucko.