I am shur yu fot I wuz gon agan, but fings hab bin bizzy an' a widdwe stranje heer. But I cud not let da yeer end wifowt wishin' awl my frendz an' reeders a berry Happy Noo Yeer. We habbed a speshul holly day seezun dis yeer an it seems dat Mama finely habbed peas in her hart. We came into Cwissmuss wif no sadness, no dark cwowd, no rezervayshuns. It wuz trooly a day ov grattytood an' luv.
So heer I am...hi jakkin' my mama's typin' skills but wif very strickt instruckshuns to rite it da way I tole her. No speww chek. May yer yeer ahed be fuww ov smilez, warm fuzziez, an' gud fots. May yer harts be fuww ov laffter an' joy. May yu find fayf an' heelin'. Mos' ov awl, reech owt to sumbuddy wen yu can an' du sumfin' gud. Mos' speshully dont twip on da dawg!!! Mama caws Vito da disvizibull dawg an' wun ov deez dayz it aynt gonna be a happy oak cayshun. So watch yer step, hewp udders, giv luv an' smilez, an laff. An I wiww do my pawt to get doze laffs comin' agan.
Happy Noo Yeer Evrybuddy!!! Now skyooz me cuz I gotta go owt!
Layter,
Arfur
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