Ode to My UPS Man

Dear UPS Man,
I'm so sorry that you are out for 12 hours a day delivering everyone else's Christmas cheer. I wish you could stop for lunch somewhere nice; you deserve better than eating your sandwich out of a baggie because your hands are so filthy you can't even touch it. It would be nice if you could even stop driving the truck for 20 minutes so that at least you could enjoy your baggie-sandwich in peace. But I know you have to keep driving the "helper" around so that you can come home before 10pm to say hello to your wife, eat your dinner, take a shower and go to straight to bed.

Your kids feel bad for you too. They wish daddy didn't have to work so hard during this time of year, but they understand and love you so much. Your wife tells them how lucky they are to have a daddy that provides them a nice home, good food, enough healthcare for braces (!) and then still has the energy to write a funny story to make them laugh out loud.

You're the bomb Mr. UPS Man. We love and appreciate you so much!


Your loving wife,

Peetsmom