I’m home under the threat of weather today, and have barely rescued from the looming prospect of discardation by bustling housewife the Christmas cards given me by my students.
“Everything you don’t throw away,” she informed me as she prepared to replace artwork on the refrigerator with more recent artifacts, “you must find a place to keep.”
I looked through the Christmas cards and reminisced about my fine students, who are probably immensely enjoying the snow day without me. Here are a few excerpts from what they wrote:
“I just wanted to wish you a wonderful Christmas with your new born! You have been a great
teacher to me! Thank you! Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmes Mr. Jacobs. Just in case your wondering this is a cherry acorn. My grandpa and I made it on his lathe. I hope it looks good on your christmes tree.”
“Hope your holidays are filled with love and cheer and may god bless you and your wife oh plus the new baby with tons of love [hearts and name].”
“Merry Christmas, and congradulations! P.S. Keep trying to hide the fact that your Superman! lol.”
“Merry Christmas Mr. Jacobs! Enjoy your new baby!”
“Dear Mr. Jacobs, I hope you have fun with your wife and upcoming little one.”
