...M and K's letter.
Every year, we put the round robins aside, and finally choose a winner at Christmas. Well, so far the entries have been disappointing, but M and K's letter has been a stonker. We hardly know M and K; in fact I don't think I've ever spoken to K. But now, thanks to the round robin, we know aaaaaalll about them.
M and K have very many - and I mean seriously many - children. And now, scores (or so it seems) of grandchildren. And are those grandchildren wonderful! Here are some of the epithets applied to them: happy, sporty, laid back, charming, feisty, fun, tall, elegant, warm smile, glorious pre-Raphaelite hair, gorgeous looking, great singing voice, outstanding (in an acting role). All in all, a family to be proud of. Oh yes. And not a fault or a failing in sight.
My brother (a lovely man, and father of three clever children) and I have an annual argument about these letters. He says "people like to know". I say that those who need to know, already do. And those who don't, probably would rather not know. If, through no fault or choice of their own, they have no children, or perhaps one very dim one (or worse. One who has turned to crime), then they certainly won't want to know. Do you want to know how wonderful my children/grandchildren are? Of course you don't (and they aren't always, anyway, much as I love them all).
But I do enjoy these round robins, if for all the wrong reasons (new year's resolution no. 17: to be a much nicer person. But it's still 2011, so I can say this).